Soup of my Dreams


Back when I was a kid and I wanted to know what we were having for dinner, my mother’s response would often be “chaloimes mit lukshen” (literally noodles with dreams). For a long time, my brother and I  both thought this was some kind of food. Though we weren’t quite sure what food, we were … Continue reading »

For Posterity: My Mother’s Hungarian Fruit Soup


  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 »