"I remember my mother sending me to the store for '15¢ worth of store cheese.' The butcher would cut off a slice from a gigantic round of cheese covered with a wax-coated cloth. Mother would then blend that cheese into this tasty dish. Today, the memory of Mother's cooking is like food for my soul."
—Phyllis Burkland, Portland, Oregon |
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