When I was growing up,(even when I was a young adult—which I’m not anymore. What is 52, an old adult, a young senior?) I thought I’d never make Hungarian fruit soup. It was part of my childhood, a dish my mother had brought over from Europe which like gribenes and fleishig eggs and jellied carp … Continue reading
It’s the 17th of Tammuz and I’m fasting. That means that I can’t have my beloved cocoa with ice cubes until nightfall, which makes me grumpy and sad. Booo!!! When I was younger, fasts confused me. Why call them “fast.”? If you’ve ever experienced one you’ll know that a fast day is anything but fast. … Continue reading
I think that I’ve stumbled upon the secret fuel to the Jewish brain. It’s Pistou, an ancient condiment, dip, relish (you pick) and, close cousin to Pesto. Pistou originates in from Provence, a lovely town on the French- Italian border which had a Jewish community that was neither Ashkenazi or Sephardic but followed it’s own minhagim. … Continue reading
There are days when I don’t feel like thinking about food. Today is one of them. My mind is on Leiby Kletsky and his poor family living through every parent’s worst nightmare. What can I say? Nothing, really except that perhaps we can honor Leiby’s memory by reflecting the blessing of being a parent and … Continue reading
Glingel is the humblest of dishes, a Jewish egg foo young that has fallen on hard times. None of my cookbooks offer a recipe and my google search was fruitless.. Even my Hungarian next door neighbor, didn’t know what it was. But Glingel deserves another chance. Not only does it feed body and soul, it … Continue reading
What would the world be like if our food could talk to us? (The idea isn’t actually all that far fetched. Our computers already do—just consider the little Amazon widget that preselects books for customers based on their previous choices like or the Google function personalizing one’s search.) Imagine a dialog with a pint of … Continue reading
Essay form recipes. All kosher, mostly easy, mostly healthy.