My mother always served Intagashlinganah Borsht at lunch on the second day of Pesach but I never knew why. It certainly wasn’t to please me. I mean which kid, especially a non Russian one likes borsht? Even my husband who is a blessedly non picky eater still complains about how his parents served it at his … Continue reading
It wasn’t until I read this week’s Torah reading that I finally figured out what the lentil soup incident was all about. Call me dense, but although I’d first heard the story too many decades ago to count, the meaning didn’t click until just now. Although this is a recipe column the story isn’t really … Continue reading
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
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
