Cream Gravy with Tomatoes Recipe
Tomato fat is my favorite type of schmaundt fat. By the time I was 14, Green Valley School and I had had enough of each other. Well, to be honest, I loved going to school, and I’d try to always…
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Cabbage Borscht Recipe
Before I get into this blog post, I’d like to thank everybody for checking out my blog! It’s really crazy to see how much positive feedback I’ve been getting from everyone and seeing how many people continue to discover and…
Schmaundt Fat (Cream Gravy) With Sausage Drippings
If you’re familiar with my blogs, you know that macaroni with schmaundt fat and farmer sausage is one of my favorite meals. I make my schmaundt fat many different ways. One of my family’s favorite versions is schmaundt fat…
Summer Borscht
Growing up, Summer Borscht (Zumma Borscht) was one of my favorite soups. As it started to get colder, and throughout winter, soup would be on the menu at our house almost every day of the week. After school, as we…
Plumi Moos (Cold Fruit Soup)
Plumi moos is like a cold fruit soup. If I remember correctly, my foster mother would make moos every Sunday morning before church so that we could eat it with Sunday lunch. When I was really young, a story went…
Old Fashioned Chicken and Dumplings (Bubbat Balls)
Growing up in an old school Mennonite home with a foster mother who knew very little English meant that we were told a lot of wrong information. With no internet to confirm or deny what we were told, we had no…
Platz
Platz. Pronounced plowtz. Like grieva, either you love it or you hate it. I personally despised this dessert, but it was requested that I do a post on it, so here it is. Growing up, this was my foster mothers main go-to dessert for…
Cottage Cheese Cakes (Glums Koki)
I don’t actually have a story to tell involving cottage cheese cakes, but I do remember my foster mother making them for us one or two times growing up and I really enjoyed them. They are kind of like pancakes…
Mennonite Cracklings (Grieva)
When I was a kid, we used to butcher all of the meat that we ate. The only time that I appreciated helping was when we butchered pigs because I was the one that got to mix the mier gropa…