I went to a small all girl Catholic high school. On Fridays the offerings were knishes from a neighborhood Jewish deli, pizza from a local pizzaria, or tuna salad sandwiches made in the cafeteria. The deli and pizzaria delivered everything in the morning and they were cooked in the cafeteria kitchen.
Boy, do I miss those knishes - neither my husband or daughter has ever had a real one, just my feeble attempts at recreating that missed food from my childhood. We’re going to Brooklyn later this month for my 35th reunion, so I have just added getting real knishes to my “must bring home” list of things while I’m there. Last time I was back there, I was 8 months pregnant for my 20th reunion, so the child is finally going to see “the city.”
It sounds like you’ll have a terrific experience! Maybe you can find a good brand of frozen knishes and take some home!