photo courtesy of www.mightysweet.comAnother trip down Food Memory Lane for me. When I was little, my family would come to the "city" (New York City, that is, for all you NON tri-state area residents) every Sunday for Dim Sum (We will talk more about my LOVE for Dim Sum in a separate future post). Our usual haunt was a place called HSF near where Krazee lived (in the Kips Bay area), but on nice summer days many times we'd venture down to Chinatown (where HSF eventually moved to) and walk around after lunch. Here, we would ALWAYS bump into the "Tea Cake Man" (that was my name for him then, and continues til this very day). He makes small little cakes in a mini Ebelskiver cast iron pan. Hot off the presses, 15-20 mini cakes for $1 in a little wax paper baggie, to munch on while you explore Chinatown.
We stopped our Dim Sum ventures as Little Sister and I got older, but I have returned to my dumpling ways along with my buddy, OH. And we have found our beloved TeaCake Man, soaking in every warm simple bite of the mini air cakes as we digest our delicious. scrumptious meal.
