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as a child i loved my Bobbas kreplah, iam a 70 year old widower and saw your recipe, i will now pass this onto my children who unfortunatly dont even know what they are. but when they taste them and know what they mean in our wonderful yiddish tradition i am sure i have passed something on, no matter how small.
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I am now 8 years without my beloved mother, z"l, who made the most mouth-watering kreplach in the world. She learned how to make them from her own mother in the shtetl of Blyzen, Poland a lifetime ago, and it is one of my deepest regrets that I never took the time to really watch how these were made (my mother said she had no recipes to hand down -- she just made the food by feel and memory). My own children do not even know the "tahm" (taste) of good kreplach, and I will try this recipe in the hopes that I may pass this tradition down to them.
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Just reading your recipe reminds me of my grandma who always made kreplach for the holidays. She died more than 35 years ago and I have not eaten kreplach since, as no one else in my family made them. I am now so tempted to make them this holiday for my daughter. It reminds me so much of my cherished grandma who was from Romania.
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For Jack Klein. I also called my grandmother Bobba. Most people say Bubba or Bubby. I have been tracing my roots and am interested in where in Europe your family was from. I would very much appreciate it if you would share that information with me.
Happy New Year
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It is with comfort and love that I think of my bubby and the time in her kitchen that we would spend making the kreplach for the holidays ahead. A small butcher block island comes to mind. Standing and rolling , I remember the damp cloth, floured table top and tasting them in a big bowl of chicken soup.
She too was from Poland spoke little English and left us much to young. With my mother gone so many years and traditions have changed. My sons don't know that special time in the kitchen but we as mothers now must bring them back to a little of that tradition and quality time spent with aparent or grandparent. A healthy and happy New Year to all.
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After reading all these posted remarks, my eyes fill with tears. All have said, they remember Bubby standing at a wooden bench or block , making kreplach. I too remember, for It was my Bubby who first taught me how to bake and cook. I am a chef and have and will never forget my roots from my Russian Bubby. Kishke anyone?
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Thank you for this! This holiday always reminds me of my grandma who was a superb Jewish cook (not so good American.) Although grandma rarely used any spices, she did put in a pinch of cinnamon in the meat filling and it made a big difference. Try it, you'll like it!
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I am a Bubbe. Have 9 grandchildren and 5 great grandchildren. Love all of them. Have a special bonding with one of my great grandsons, he just turned 5. I have let him help me in the kitchen every time he is in my house. He loves to mix everything together for Knaidlach, Chopped Liver, peels the carrots for chicken soup etc etc etc. There is no greater joy than having him stand on one of chairs to reach the counter in the kitchen and help me.
Shana Tova to all.
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Even though I am Catholic, I LOVE Jewish food. I was born in Chicago where they have wonderful Jewish restaurants and delis but where I live now (California), not so much. In fact I have never found one I like. So I make my own matso ball soup and now I will try making kreplachs! (I love t cook). I have one question. I have to watch my cholesterol (had a bypass in 2001). Has anyone ever used egg whites instead of the whole egg, and if so how much egg white to substitute for the egg?
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No I don't know hebrew, I used Google Translate (it says "thank you and bless you". I HOPE!)
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my bubbe was the best jewish cook ever, every friday we had kishke, ckn. soup, gelifite fish, not from a jar, kreplach, she also made noodles for her sweet little einikle, (me) chppd. liver and fresh baked coffee cake that she cooled on the kitchen window so i could smell it coming home from school, musn''t forget the chunte she made once a month on fridays, all by hand--my children and grandchildren have had a taste of my grandma's ciooking from their grandma, and now, my grandchildren have it from me--i was blessed by her
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