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Upper West Side
Memories of Daitch Dairy [from Elaine Charnak Johnson]
"When I was a girl in the late 40s, my grandparents lived in Manhattan, on 93rd St. between Amsterdam and Broadway. I often went shopping for my grandmother in those safe old days when you could give a six-year-old a nickel and tell her to go to the greengrocer's and ask "the man" for five cents' worth of soup greens. Grandma also sent me to Daitch Dairy, probably on B'way, and as I sit here in my California office, the milky, woody smell of the place fills the air of memory. Wood-shavings or sawdust on the floor. Great piles of butter, pot cheese, farmer cheese. Vats of sour cream. My purchase there was usually a pound or two of butter, semi-salted. The blue and white paper with a big diamond on it crackled as my grandmother opened it and sniffed, to make sure I'd been given the right butter.My grandmother was a good cook and baker, and made not only blintzes, but also verenikes, also topped with shimmering dollops of sour cream. She served those for dessert, with fruit on the side, usually my father's favorite blueberries."
Upper West Side
Memories of Daitch Dairy [from Elaine Charnak Johnson]
"When I was a girl in the late 40s, my grandparents lived in Manhattan, on 93rd St. between Amsterdam and Broadway. I often went shopping for my grandmother in those safe old days when you could give a six-year-old a nickel and tell her to go to the greengrocer's and ask "the man" for five cents' worth of soup greens. Grandma also sent me to Daitch Dairy, probably on B'way, and as I sit here in my California office, the milky, woody smell of the place fills the air of memory. Wood-shavings or sawdust on the floor. Great piles of butter, pot cheese, farmer cheese. Vats of sour cream. My purchase there was usually a pound or two of butter, semi-salted. The blue and white paper with a big diamond on it crackled as my grandmother opened it and sniffed, to make sure I'd been given the right butter.My grandmother was a good cook and baker, and made not only blintzes, but also verenikes, also topped with shimmering dollops of sour cream. She served those for dessert, with fruit on the side, usually my father's favorite blueberries."