Zibulnikas

My grandfather Samuel “Dear” Raichlen was an inveterate raconteur and nothing delighted him more than telling about growing up in an immigrant household. His eyes would glow when he spoke of his mother’s cooking: her sauerkraut soup, her ptscha (braised calves’ trotters), and chocolate roll. But no dish was as beloved as zibulnikas, flaky buns stuffed with cottage cheese, sour cream, and green onions. “You could smell the