Friday, March 4, 2016

The KKKKKKabats Move South

In 1960 my family moved from Long Island to Greensboro North Carolina.
In a Cadillac and a Pontiac loaded with show tune records, Halavah and Judaica we pulled into town.
A Jewish family of six...we did our best to fit in...
Doing our best not to upset the neighborhood, after all we had killed their Lord and Savior......

Brownies are always a good idea...bring them to your next rally 

2 oz unsweetened chocolate
1/4 lb unsalted butter
1 c sugar
2 eggs (room temperature)
1/2 t vanilla extract
1/4 c all-purpose flour
1 t dry instant espresso 
1/4 t salt
1 c chopped walnuts

pre-heat oven 325
butter a 8x8 baking pan (i like to dust with cocoa instead of flour)
in heavy sauce pan melt butter and chocolate over low heat...stir till completely melted...remove from heat, stir in sugar. Add eggs and vanilla and beat vigorously ...add flour, salt, espresso and nuts...mix well...empty into baking dish and cook 40 minutes
try not to eat till cooled...share with your neighbors...they will start to like you!


  1. I think white chocolate chips might be politically correct for KKK brownies...which, in itself, sounds like an oxymoron. Your anonymous admirer, Betsy Busch!

  2. Yeah, but only by declaring myself "anonymous" with my name in the comment! From now on, I'm going to put my initials, BB, in the comment so you'll know it's me. That's my way of flipping off technological impediments and giving myself a much-needed ego boost!

  3. Want to hear more about the halavah! Really, this is a jewel of a tease. What happened when you first got there? do you remember the trip? how you felt about the house? etc. etc! Love this blog!

  4. and I LOVE the illustration! is that yours?

    1. The illustrations are mine...there are a lot of stories and I plan on making you read them all!!

  5. Your illustrations are amazingly great, Ruthie! They go perfectly with your words. You're one of those "Writer & Artists" in MAD MAGAZINE, kind of like Don Martin or David Berg! "Woids An Pitchers" as they used to say in The Old Neighborhood.