I was often served kugel at my
friend Vivien's house when we went
there after school.
Her mom made it faintly sweet,
with cinnamon. Very dry and crisp-
baked, so I had to gnaw through the
outer layer of baked potato shreds.
Her mom was a Polish survivor,
hidden as a child in a Catholic
convent in France, a la "Au Revoir
As an Irish Catholic, I found the
food served in their house strange,
yet blandly familiar, especially
kugel. I got blintzes when luck was
What a great family. So many fond
"Her mom made it faintly sweet, with cinnamon.
Very dry and crisp- baked, so I had to gnaw
through the outer layer of baked potato shreds"
helen, the fact that it was sweet and crisp makes
me think memory may be failing you slightly...it
sounds like what you were having was lucshun, or
noodle, kugel. It's very gnawable, and while
potato kugel is almost never sweet or cinnamony
lucshun kugel is!