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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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? :)
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!
Everything better in Bay Ridge.
Maybe a maple syrup egg cream?
Same here, Carol. Thanks and good holiday season.
Canadians should worry. West Virginia maple syrup -- super.
Canadian should worry. West Virginia maple syrup -- super.
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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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?
Mmmm. Ebingers.
I'd add an extra "m."
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.
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.
Nectar of the Maple. Maybe the same thing.
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.
Pretzel and an egg cream. All the food groups represented.
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? :)
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!
At this age, I'm historic, for sure, Lena.
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
Maybe an Impossible Oyster?
I think that even fake oysters probably taste and smell like dead fish. Yucky yuck. Connie VH
Thanks for the memories. You really brightened my day!