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94. Mother-Daughter Journey: Her a Monsa — 3 Comments

  1. aah those beautiful delicate blinzes. my mom would festoon the furniture with clean dish towels and place a blinze on each while she made the pot cheese filling redolent of cinnamon that my brother and i would steal spoonfuls of before she even had a chance to fill the blinzes. she would fry the assembled blinzes in butter and they too were the lightest most ethereal yet rich and delish treat which we would also eat with cold sour cream which was a good contrast to the hot sweet blinze. no one made them like your grandma or my mom. sue, i guess we must take life with both the sweet and the sour.

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