Gabe1
Ivory Tower Squabble EST 2011. WINDMILL SURVIVOR
When I was growing up, My parents made punzki's the night before Punzki Day. They did fry them.
My dad was taught to make Punzki's from his grandma. I used to each them for breakfast at home and a couple in a bag lunch for school.
Keep in mind that the Punzki's my parents made were smaller than ones in your pictures. I had other stuff in my bag lunch on Punzki Day back my old school days. The Punzki's replaced the cookies in the bag lunch.
I learned everything I know about cooking from my Gran, my Dad's Mom. She also taught me how to sew, she immigrated here as a seamstress and worked in the garment sweatshops upon her arrival to the states. She was such an excellent cook. I was the one that was anointed to learn her ways and secrets. She had one DD that never married but my Aunt was an Executive secretary, something to aspire to back in her day, she had zero time for cooking, so tag I was it and am still grateful for that.
That is so cool your Dad was taught to do that. I love stories like this. So much was lost of old world ways that were often the best. Did your Dad pass on the trade of punzki's to the next generation? I've taught my DD a lot and my son some. My DD tries to measure things out to have a frame of reference for the future but that was not how I was taught.
I made dumplings for soup this week. I lop a chunk of butter, sprinkle in some salt, a few egg yolks, throw in flour and start mixing in flour. Add in flour, water and repeat until it is the consistency I know it should be. If it isn't they will fall apart in the boiling water. It is hard to turn that into a recipe though my DD has the guidelines. It really is a one on one teaching lesson in the moment to learn that handful of flour, a bit of water type of cooking.
