Our bubbe never cooked much because of her arthritic hands, so the few times she made us blintzes became a family legend. We can still recall what we affectionately called “the mixture,” a creamy concoction of cottage cheese, sugar and blueberries, wrapped in thin pancakes and fried. We treasure that scrap of our childhood, the taste of warm food in a dark kitchen, safe with our grandma. What we wouldn’t give for a batch of those blintzes now, and we promise to attempt it sometime this New Year. If you don’t have any comfort food memories of your own, check out SF Gate’s Rent A Grandma series, Jewish edition.