My Grandmother on my Moms side was actually a very well known cook. She was Hungarian landed in NY in 1929 with the crowd of immigrants. She worked many many years for Ratners Deli in NY. It was always the family joke about a hungarian cooking Jewish style....they loved her and her food. When she came to visit she would arrive by train in Trenton, NJ with shopping bags full of Fresh meat (that she would grind) and supplies. She would come to our house and never stop cooking until it was time to go back. This is how my weight problem began
She would make: Stuffed Cabbage, Struedel, poppyseed and walnut paste cookies, homemade noodles and soup, Fried cabbage/homemade noodles with cottage cheese just to name a very few.
A funny story: I moved to CA in 1980 and got a craving for her cookies, called her and asked if she would send me some from NY....she did BUT her handwriting was difficult to read and I did not get them for a month. When I opened the box they were broken up and stale BUT did I care NOPE ate em and loved em just the same. She died that same year and when I think of those cookies I still chuckle
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stood