David, this is so funny and as a side note, has really made me hungry!
I live in australia but have never forgotten my jewish roots from Brooklyn too. Born in East Flatbush, moved to Canarsie and spent my last 10 years in the City in Sheepshead Bay. And what a culinary feast it was. My dad used to go out early in the morning to a Jewish Bakery and bring back hot caraway rye and corn bread. And on the weekends, he would go to the fishmonger under the El (I never quite worked out where that was - some mysterious place where food of the Gods was found) to get freshly sliced lox to eat with hot bagels and various cream cheeses, whitefish salad and thinly sliced red onions and jersey tomatoes. No capers thank you very much! And we would always fight over the onion bagels - why he didn't just buy all onion, I never knew. But my sister loved the bialys so we could always count on an extra bagel that she didn't want :-) Oh the memories of the potato knishes swimming in yellow mustard and the dirty water dogs we would get from the corner Sabrett stands. It isn't fair that I have to remember this now and not have access to any of it here! LOL But as they say, thanks for the memories...🎶🎶
I married an Australian, of course! LOL And please don't tell me you can no longer buy bialys? Say it ain't so! They were never as good as bagels but they were darned good anyway. One of my daughters makes a mean bagel - I have to teach her about bialys so she can try her hand at those as well. And the lower east side - before it got all gentrified - had some great delis. And Isaac Gellis pickles just spoiled me for any other kind. Oh dear, I'm off again! ;-) What I wouldn't give for one of those pickles now... <sigh>
David, this is so funny and as a side note, has really made me hungry!
I live in australia but have never forgotten my jewish roots from Brooklyn too. Born in East Flatbush, moved to Canarsie and spent my last 10 years in the City in Sheepshead Bay. And what a culinary feast it was. My dad used to go out early in the morning to a Jewish Bakery and bring back hot caraway rye and corn bread. And on the weekends, he would go to the fishmonger under the El (I never quite worked out where that was - some mysterious place where food of the Gods was found) to get freshly sliced lox to eat with hot bagels and various cream cheeses, whitefish salad and thinly sliced red onions and jersey tomatoes. No capers thank you very much! And we would always fight over the onion bagels - why he didn't just buy all onion, I never knew. But my sister loved the bialys so we could always count on an extra bagel that she didn't want :-) Oh the memories of the potato knishes swimming in yellow mustard and the dirty water dogs we would get from the corner Sabrett stands. It isn't fair that I have to remember this now and not have access to any of it here! LOL But as they say, thanks for the memories...🎶🎶
Man, thanks for the fantastic comment. I still live in New York. I am in Manhattan now, and much of the great stuff we had is lacking in Manhattan
What made you go to Austrailia.
I was struck by your reference to Bialys. Most of the people I know don't know what a Bialy is, or should I say was.
I married an Australian, of course! LOL And please don't tell me you can no longer buy bialys? Say it ain't so! They were never as good as bagels but they were darned good anyway. One of my daughters makes a mean bagel - I have to teach her about bialys so she can try her hand at those as well. And the lower east side - before it got all gentrified - had some great delis. And Isaac Gellis pickles just spoiled me for any other kind. Oh dear, I'm off again! ;-) What I wouldn't give for one of those pickles now... <sigh>