Well, I know what I am doing next August. I have been invited by my Grandson to visit him in Alaska. Cool.If you go to Instagram and put in Joshcooks( i think), you can see all of the beautiful dishes that he prepares at the resort in Denali,
Alaska. I am beginning to think that cooking is transferred in our DNA. How is that that he is the fourth generation who loves to cook. Although he tops all of us. qIt must have started with my Russian Grandmother who kept a Kosher boarding house for men,
in New Orleans. I remember two foods that my Grandmother made. One was the chicken soup with egg noodles. I've told the story before of how much I loved it and that I didn't know it was always sour. I thought that was the way it was supposed to taste. And
she made strudel. the kind that starts with the dough being stretched across the kitchen table until you could read the newspaper under it. (if the newspaper was Kosher). I haven't thought of that strudel in years. I know it was a family affair
where my Mother and Aunt Goldie came to Grandma's house to help with the strudel. No matter how much she made, it was never enough.