This is one of the first things my late Jewish husband taught me to cook. Well, honestly it was one of the only things he knew how to cook. I was kind of on my own for everything else including breast of veal. Lol

Lenny’s mother Rose taught him to make matzo brei, and he taught me. Goy as I am, I can’t let a Passover go by without some matzo brei.

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