I did it! Finally. And they were GOOD. Being roughly speaking Church of England I have no idea if they tasted like Matzo Balls should (never seen one before, let alone cooked and eaten one) but I thought they were quite yummy. Charley agreed saying, “I’ll give ’em foive” like Janice Nichols. I was proud of myself. It was good timing too. I know it is Passover at the moment because I saw my chum Sarah asking if couscous was kosher on Facebook…
I made a fairly traditional Jewish chicken soup (with carrots, celery and dill) but cheated a bit by doing it in the slow cooker rather than in a massive pot bubbling away all day. I think, like Marilyn Monroe, I need to find a man with a mother who will make this soup for me properly. I can provide the Matzo Balls. There is a photo of them in all their glory here – before cooking.
I asked Charley to bring round some Marx Brothers for us to watch but he doesn’t have any on DVD. When we were together many moons ago there was a pivotal moment in our relationship when I went to bed halfway through “Duck Soup” as I wasn’t finding it funny at all. Perhaps now I am a grown up I would get it? I’ve certainly changed my mind about Laurel & Hardy in recent years so maybe it is time. As Groucho says:
“Well, Art is Art, isn’t it? Still, on the other hand, water is water. And east is east and west is west and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does. Now you tell me what you know.”
Good point Groucho, I know nothing! I have no idea what is going on!