Yesterday was Mother’s Day. It’s.. well, it’s kind of a tough day for me. I lost my mom a few years ago and now every Mother’s Day makes me sad. It just does. There’s not really any getting around it, you know? Wanna see my mom? Here’s one of my favorites. This is my mom and my brother when the three of us snuck out for lunch together in the middle of the week.
I attribute my love of cooking to my mom, but when I was younger I was miserable to her when it came to helping in the kitchen. I grumbled my way through dishes, because it was my ‘job’, and I never once offered to help cooking. Today’s post is a story about the last meal my mom ever cooked for me. Stick with it until the end…
I may not have helped my mom in the kitchen, but I watched her. And now that I’m older and cooking for my own family (of two), I really appreciate her skill in the kitchen. She could come home with zero idea of what to cook, look through the cabinet, and whip up something delicious.
One of her favorite meals to make was blintzes. It’s basically a crepe with a ricotta cheese filling. She’d make these in huge batches and freeze them individually in plastic wrap so she could grab what she needed on nights when swim practice/girl scouts/boy scouts/baseball/speech & debate/etc.. overtook our lives. She’d defrost some, fry them up in some butter, and serve them with applesauce and peas. That was always the combo.
I have a story here, but I wanted to point out that in the picture above, it could be my mom making those. My hands are really the only thing that look like they came from my mom. We both have piano-players’ hands.
Two weeks after my mom passed away, my dad decided to take a trip, and us kids (Kevin, my husband Ryan, and I) decided to help him out by going through her things and donating what he wouldn’t need. We got his permission, of course, and I can imagine it was good for him that he didn’t have to do it. For us… it turned into a hilarious couple of evenings. My mom had some antique pieces (like fur coats and hats), some funny warm clothes, interesting things from travels… and sometimes I’d put them all on at once for the boys to have a laugh over. (we were also drinking her favorite beer) These few nights were therapeutic for us, and I’m so glad we did it.
On the first night going through things, it got to be late and I realized the boys needed to eat. I went out to the freezer in the garage… and found my mom’s last batch of blintzes. Right next to a bag of peas. So I defrosted them, cooked them in butter, and fed them to the boys. It was one of the best meals I’ve ever had.
You don’t need an electric crepe maker to do these, but the thing is magical and not very expensive. If you decide to just make crepes in a frying pan, I’d suggest checking online for how to do that. The filling would be good no matter how you make the crepe. This recipe is another one from the cookbook my mom made when she got sick to give to all her friends.
- 1 C. flour
- 2 eggs
- 1/2 C. milk
- 1/2 C. water
- 2 Tb. melted butter
- 1- 8oz container of ricotta
- 1 beaten raw egg
- Sugar (to taste)
- Blend flour, eggs, milk, water and melted butter in an electric blender, 30 seconds. Stop, stir, blend 30-60 more seconds. Pour into pie pan. Follow manufacturer’s directions to make crepes.
- Mix ricotta, egg and sugar.
- Place crepe brown side up on a plate. Put about 2 heaping Tb. filling in center. Fold each set of opposing sides over to the middle.
- Heat butter in a frying pan. Brown the blintzes on both sides in the butter.
- Serve with applesauce over the top. Also good with canned cherries.
This is a small batch. I’d double or quadruple if you want to freeze leftovers. To freeze, don’t brown the blintzes before wrapping them in plastic wrap. Defrost and then brown in butter when ready to eat.