Barton’s anything, elite cream/fruit filled chocolate, some candy called Violet, and the SMELL (’cause we would never eat it there) of McRory’s Department store, as you emerged from the subway at the Hoyt-Schermerhorn Station to directly enter the store.
I also remember MORE than fondly the smell of my house coming home from school on Fridays, after my Bubby O”H had baked challah (and made onion rolls for us to have for lunch). She also made an amazing thing she called “halkeh,” which is kind of like a cholent kugel, made from I have no idea what (maybe mashed turnips?). Anyone know? It was SO yummy, and I would love the recipe for it, but it is lost to us.