My Poppa Hy was a fabulous dancer, a dress designer, a card shark, a wonderful grandfather, and he made hands down the greatest matzoh brei ever. Saturday morning breakfast was the highlight of every weekend visit. He would come home from temple, change his clothes make coffee in their old fashioned percolator and slowly and methodically , start making matzoh brei. We would sit at the table waiting for each pancake to arrive, cut into 8 perfect slices. I like 3/4 of mine with salt, pepper and cottage cheese, and the last with wedge with maple syrup, my brother goes for maple syrup and blueberries. Poppa Hy had a magic pan which is currently in my cousins possession, though that is in negotiations.

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