By Ben Adler
Being a parochial person I’m going to assume that because Spencer, who represents Brooklyn, knows what’s up with matzoh brei
and Ben Miller, who hails from Maryland, does not, then it must be because only people from New York know about matzoh brei. That’s a shonda. Ever since I was kid it has been my favorite thing about Passover. My mom was never one to make goyishe pancakes, bacon or waffles. The rare weekend morning that did not start with a bagel began with her thick, chewy french toast made with challah. The only other dish of that nature my mom made, and only once per year, was matzoh brei.
Simultaneously crispy and dense, matzo brei should be served in every diner. And then some diners should open in D.C. Put a little sugar on there, and it is superb. Yes, I’ve tried to make it myself and no, it was not very satisfying. Only my mom can make it good and she makes it better than your mom I bet. Same with her latkes. When I got home today, having not read the IFA yet, I asked my mom if she was making matzoh brei tomorrow. She is, since I asked. That’s how we keeps it real in tha En Y Cee.