Wednesday, April 20, 2011
My mother-in-law (may she rest in peace) always made matzah balls for every Jewish holiday. One year, she fell and broke her arm. (I can't remember how she broke her arm - she was in her 90s - the best was the time she couldn't open the microwave, the door stuck, she finally pulled with so much force that it sprung open and knocked her over and she broke her hip. Anyway.....)
So MIL felt that, despite her broken arm, she needed to make her matzah balls. She managed to mix the dough, and put it in her fridge. She put the water up to boil, and, using her one good hand, made the world's most mis-shapen matzah balls. Seriously. They looked like a two year old had made them. She cooked them, and served them at the dinner that night. She had us falling over laughing when she had someone serve up these lumpy bumpy barely round matzah balls.
She was quite a woman!