
I saw this card and thought, "What was my grandmother doing with a recipe for Noodle Kugel?" Of course, here it has the gentile-y name of noodle pudding and I'm sure she had nary a care of whether it was plunked down next to the fleische.
My boyfriend after college came from a Jewish family, and the first time I ever had anything like noodle kugel was when we went to his parents' house for Rosh Hashanah. His mom made an amazing kugel, but hers didn't have any dairy in it. Yom Kippur and an elaborate breaking of the fast soon followed, in what was to be a flurry of new experiences for me -- both culinary and cultural.
The following year as the holidays approached and we readied ourselves to make the trek to his parents' Northeast Philly house for Rosh Hashanah festivities, I turned to my boyfriend and asked, "Is this the one that's like Thanksgiving, or the one that's like breakfast?" He shook his head, realizing that I was hopeless.
I wasn't trying to make light of these important holidays, but then, as now, it's the food that I remember most clearly and that can define an event. And for the record, I ended up learning more about the holidays that kippers and kugel.
Although it was really good kugel.
Update
Here's a picture of the noodle pudding. I made it for a pitch-in at work. It wasn't exactly a big hit, mainly because I don't think anyone knew what it was (or at least that's what I keep telling myself). Then again, it does look kind of narsty.
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