What a lovely memory, Lee. And what a time that was. Gone now! You have something to treasure there! I envy that connection to European (or Ashkenazim) roots. Many of us are just non-descript white folks of vague European peasant heritage (grin). The salt of the earth - nothing to be ashamed of!
Cheers! From: Felvtalk [mailto:[email protected]] On Behalf Of Lee Evans Sent: Sunday, September 15, 2013 1:33 PM To: [email protected] Subject: Re: [Felvtalk] Chicken feathers This was a long time ago, in the 1950's when there were still private butchers and my grandmother would buy her chickens from the butcher who would pluck them there in the store so some feathers were always left on. Yes, she was from Odessa, Russia and only spoke German and Russian. She would tell me (in German and broken English) that the coffee was a French recipe. My grandfather had traveled all the way from France across Europe to Russia. He was an itinerant philosophy professor and "taught" his way across Europe at Universities. The French coffee was probably his idea. I was too young to drink coffee but it was traditional to put some in my milk. Then I would watch the coffee grains float. I loved my grandmother. She was very kind to me and I loved visiting her because I could go through the mysterious wardrobes and inspect the dresses and hats my aunt created. The building was in an ethnic neighborhood in New York City, the doors were never locked and people of every color and language were constantly walking in and out, as were dogs and cats from the area. I picked up a rudimentary understanding of quite a few languages before I was a teenager. There were always strangers in the apartment having coffee or a meal and conversations with my grandmother or my uncle and always some dog or cat being fed in the hallway. _____ From: Bonnie Hogue <[email protected]> To: [email protected] Sent: Sunday, September 15, 2013 12:14 PM Subject: Re: [Felvtalk] Chicken feathers Lee Was grandma from "the old country" by chance? Sounds like some ideas other cultures might have. The coffee actually doesn't sound half bad, but then I always loved the "skin" on my hot chocolate as a kid. The feathers? Well, I'd have to be awfully hungry on that one... -----Original Message----- From: Felvtalk [mailto:[email protected]] On Behalf Of Lorrie Sent: Sunday, September 15, 2013 5:16 AM To: [email protected] Subject: Re: [Felvtalk] Chicken feathers Egads Lee, I'm sure you were not eager to visit granny!! On 09-14, Lee Evans wrote: > Not kidding about the chicken feather soup. She also specialized in > coffee boiled with milk and coffee grounds. Then after a while, it > would form a leather skin on top and we had to cut through to the > coffee. Yech! Burned scrambled eggs, almost raw liver, black toast. I > would say that my grandmother was a very intelligent woman but not a > gourmet cook. My uncles cat loved the liver though. > __________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________ Felvtalk mailing list [email protected] http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org _______________________________________________ Felvtalk mailing list [email protected] http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org
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