Make a pile of flour, as much as you want.
Make a hole in the flour and put an egg in it.
Fill up the small half of the shell with water and put it in the hole.
Mix with your hands.
This recipe was full of very quaintly spelled words. I kept it and all my other recipes from Mom in a gray department store shirt box. The last time I remember having my box of recipes was when I lived in Mountlake Terrace in Washington. Whatever happened to the box during my move I cannot say. The spelling was something this: "Mak a pil of flowr, az mutch az yu wunt." I had always intended to have that recipe framed to hang on my kitchen wall. Just one of the many things I intended to do and never got around to doing. The memory of it still brings a smile to my face.
wow, I don't check the blog over the weekend and there's been so much activity!! It all fascinates me, keep writing about the family!
ReplyDeleteI cannot imagine what it would be like to grow up being forced to marry someone and have kids, or go to college just to get an Mrs. degree. I am so glad that I get to make my own choices and go to school and do what I want with my life.
I think I have had these noodles - either you and/or my mom made them in soup for me - I haven't had them in a LONG time, but I remember that I loved them! I think I remember seeing my mom roll them and cut them out.
Yes, Granny taught me how to make these noodles, and I did indeed make them for you Jessi. It's been a long time. I think I should make them for Jazlyn and keep the tradition going. It's one of my fondest memories--making noodles with Granny.
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