DA BLINTZ BOMBE aka BLINTZ SOUFFLE

Our Mom used to serve her world famous blintz bomb whenever we got on her nerves. We were six kids and when we all were at the table, things could be very hectic. To this day, we each have telescopic arm capability because that was the only way we could make sure that we each got what we wanted before anyone else.

Anyway, we would swear that her blintz souffle was an efficient killer. We used to tell her that we could hear our arteries clogging up as we ate it.

At a fleishiq meal, it was the chicken schmaltz and/or the gribenes that would no doubt kill us. At a dairy meal, it was the blintz souffle. We used to call it the bomb. Later on we added the “e” because that seemed to elevate the experience.

Here is a recipe we got from Golden brand blintzes: