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4 dozen
Medium
Published 1992
When I was growing up in Brooklyn, I was addicted to street food, made all the more appealing because it was forbidden by my mother. To this day I can still taste the potato knishès that I’d buy after school as a secret snack. While the ones I remember were considerably heavier and larger than these, you can tailor their proportions to suit the occasion. If you are nostalgic for Brooklyn street life, make them big. In California, away from the New York hustle and bustle, I make petite knish