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Fred Bruning's avatar

Everything better in Bay Ridge.

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Maybe a maple syrup egg cream?

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Fred Bruning's avatar

Same here, Carol. Thanks and good holiday season.

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Fred Bruning's avatar

Canadians should worry. West Virginia maple syrup -- super.

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Canadian should worry. West Virginia maple syrup -- super.

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Fred Bruning's avatar

We had a friend in Massachusetts -- big lovable guy -- who ran out of milk one breakfast and told our kids, no problem, we'll use Coca-Cola. Maple syrup on spaghetti comes close.

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Sidney Schaer's avatar

Albemarle Road

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Nancy R's avatar

Ebingers! I do remember my mom taking my grandma to replenish her stash at some place on LI that must have distributed Ebingers baked marvels. We would walk out with Ebinger shopping bags full of yummy treats. This was sometime in the late 60s/very early 70s I believe. Anyone else remember this?

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Linda Morrone's avatar

Mmmm. Ebingers.

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Fred Bruning's avatar

I'd add an extra "m."

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Sidney Schaer's avatar

Fred might have applied his recently aquired identity by joining me on my daily trip after school to the Shaare Torah Hebrew School across Flatbush Avenue on 21st Street via a route along Road past the bakery that produced all of Ebingers products but specifically the best coconut custard pie ever to come out of an oven. it was the overwhelming bakery smells that would define the verb to intoxicate.

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Joe Brauner's avatar

Ebingers Black Forest Cake. An ice-cold bottle of Yoo-Hoo on a hot summer day. Tasting the ocean when slurping oysters. My friend in New England gifts me maple syrup, which he calls Nectar of the Gods.

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Fred Bruning's avatar

Nectar of the Maple. Maybe the same thing.

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mary ellen's avatar

Love pure maple syrup as well. Growing up bronx egg creams were the treat. After playing a basketball game off we walked to the local candy store got a small chocolate egg cream and salted pretzel for a quarter. All of these fond memories of growing up in a time way simpler but somehow more memorable.

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Fred Bruning's avatar

Pretzel and an egg cream. All the food groups represented.

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Jamey L's avatar

Ebingers.... I wish it was still there. I can almost smell the goodness coming out of there just from your description of all of the baked goods! And yes, your little bottles of real maple syrup are a tradition that will be carried on. How was the one from WV, by the way? :)

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Lena Nicotra's avatar

Your stories are not only endless and entertaining but always hilarious. However when you bring Ebingers into the mix they become historic. Enjoy them immensely!

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Fred Bruning's avatar

At this age, I'm historic, for sure, Lena.

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connie von hundertmark's avatar

I don't get the oysters, Fred, as a lifelong vegan, but now you have made me craving for some real maple syrup. Stop that. Connie VH

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Fred Bruning's avatar

Maybe an Impossible Oyster?

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connie von hundertmark's avatar

I think that even fake oysters probably taste and smell like dead fish. Yucky yuck. Connie VH

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Brooklyn Carol's avatar

Thanks for the memories. You really brightened my day!

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