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Gayle’s Mother’s Noodle Kugel

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My mother passed away when I was only twelve years old and she was only forty-seven. She was more of a ball buster than a ballabusta. Needless to say there weren’t many recipes passed down from generation to generation, there wasn’t any time or she might have.


I like to cook, and my family likes to eat, and they appreciate my cooking most of the time. I always look for inspiration when cooking. This weeks inspiration … The Jewish holidays. Nothing says Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippor than kugel.


Kugel, which means “ball” in German, originally referred to balls of noodle dough encased around fruity filling and steamed in covered pots. Kugels evolved over time into baked casserole dishes. Today there are recipes for both sweet kugels (generally dairy) and savory kugels (usually pareve).


My girlfriend Gayle is very fortunate to have her mother come up from Florida and cook for her and her extended family. For days she cooks, preparing the perfect holiday meal. In a panic, I called her for some of her recipes which she lovingly wrote out be hand. I will save these for the rest of my life.


I made the noodle kugel and received a standing ovation.

Ingredients:
1 pound medium egg noodles
1 cup sugar
1 1/2 sticks of margarine melted
2 cups Apricot Nectar (juice aisle)
2 cups Coffee Rich (in freezer) I used heavy cream
6 eggs lightly beaten
11×13 pan, sprayed with Pam ( I used one than you can throw away)

Topping:
Melt 1 1/2 sicks margarine
1/2 cup sugar
1 2/3 cups graham cracker crumbs (baking aisle)
2 teaspoon cinnamon (sprinkle on top)


Procedures:
1. Boil noodles al dente (drain)
2. Add ingredients 2–6
3. Pour in pan and bake for 30 minutes at 375° F
4. While cooking mix topping together
5. After 30 minutes lower temp to 350° F
6. Put topping on kugel
7. sprinkle with 2 teaspoons of cinnamon
8. put back in the oven for 30–40 minutes
9. cool for at least 4–5 hours.

I served it warm. I also reheated the leftovers in the microwave the next morning and had it with my coffee. Maybe, I should just move my treadmill into the kitchen.

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