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December 20, 2014
Irene Saiger


Lukshon mit piteh und kase. (Hot noodles with butter, cinnamon and cheese)

IMG_1820When my parents became grandparents for the first time, I was fascinated to see what this new inter-generational relationship would be like, never having had grandparents of my own.  And since my parents had not had any grandparents either, this was new for them as well.

This week I’ve been thinking about my Mom more than usual, and what kind of grandma she was.  It was always clear that her only concern was her grandchildren’s happiness.  She hated to see them cry and would do anything within her power to prevent that.  She didn’t spend her time worrying about their future, grades, or professions.  She allowed them to eat whatever they wanted, in any order they wanted.  No rules about sugar, dessert, noshing, or anything else food related.  She was not the kind of grandmother who set limits, never telling them to finish the food on their plate, or eat their vegetables, or threatening to withhold dessert.  Although she didn’t exactly force feed them, that would have been too obvious, she would just very casually follow them around the house,  staying close by, with bowl and spoon in hand (see photo below).   If they opened their mouths, she’d grab the opportunity to get them to have another bite.  She didn’t believe in schedules.  She didn’t believe in spending money on toys, pots and pans were good enough.  She knew too well that life could change on a dime, and didn’t see any point in preventing the kids from enjoying every minute of each day.  Nothing, other than safety, was worth saying no to.  Yes, she was indulgent, and loving, and giving.  Shiraleh, Dovidle, and Michalu were the light of her life.  During this Chanukah, the memories I have of my Mom, of  “grandma”, have been the light of mine.

One of the dishes my Mom loved to make for the kids was lukshon und piteh und kase.  Hot egg noodles tossed into a bowl of farmer cheese (or dry small-curd cottage cheese) with cinnamon, sugar and butter.  It is the perfect dish for the child in all of us.  Sweet, cinnamony and warm, I can remember my children opening their mouths and my Mom’s ever-ready spoon rushing in.







Lukshon und piteh und käse

6 oz. wide egg noodles, cooked per directions on package

1 cup small curd cottage cheese or farmer’s cheese

2 Tb butter,  cut in small pieces

2 Tb sugar

1 1/2 tsp cinnamon

Toss hot noodles into bowl with remaining ingredients. Serve immediately.  Makes 2 servings for a big kid, and four for a little.



13 thoughts on “Lukshon mit piteh und kase. (Hot noodles with butter, cinnamon and cheese)

  1. Hi Irene, Soooooooooooooooooooooo nice! I am getting a little farclempt looking at the pics!!!!!!! See you tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  2. Hi, Irene.

    First of all let me say it was wonderful seeing the pictures of mommy and Shira, David and Micah. Brings back such happy memories. And, of course, lokshon and piteh and kase was a delicious summer meal. I even have no problem preparing it.

    I am positive you will be as wonderful a grandmother as mommy was.

    Love, your shvester

    • Hi Anita,

      It’s always fun to look through the albums. We can do it together when you come out. Thank you Anita! Just like you have been a wonderful aunt to all my kids.

      Your shvester

  3. moving. Thanks so much,

  4. I remember this dish so fondly. It was served often in the hot Summer with a tuna fish salad as a milchig dinner. The ingredients are so simple as is the preparation, but the taste and the memories are so wonderful

  5. Beautifully written as always. How wonderful for your kids that they had such a warm and loving grandmother. It has just inspired me to try to be like her!

  6. Dear Irene, Every time I read your posts I am amazed at how similar our mothers cooked. It brings back such memories of food, I can remember eating those noodles and cottage cheese! My mother was also a very good cook and baker, and she had some amazing recipes that were hand written on scraps of paper. However she couldn’t remember what she did with them. Unfortunately, she now has dementia and had to go to baycrest in 2010. When I was cleaning out her apartment, I found the worn box full of treasures. Now for every holiday or special occasion, I make that apple cake, cheesecake or sour cream coffee cake, and everyone is in awe. It is kind of my way of not forgetting what she was like. I grew up in Toronto, but have not lived there there since I got married, almost 31 years ago. Thanks for all your posts, I really enjoy them and your recipes, Marla Hoppe Sent from my iPad


    • Dear Marla,

      Thank you so much for emailing me. First of all, I always want and encourage people to send a story and a recipe,along with a photo please so I can post it as a guest post. People love that. I am surprised how popular this dish was, you are now the third person who told me that their Mom made this for them. The two others said it was made with salt and pepper, not with sugar. We were in Toronto just two weeks ago for my father-in-law’s funeral. He had been living in Baycrest tfor several years. My husband, Norm Saiger was born and raised in Toronto and thinks your name is familiar? Did you know any Saigers?

      Thanks again, and try writing a post and recipe!


  7. Soon it will be your turn!

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