own square. Onion Pletzl as a superannuated onion roll, a sandwich bread fit for Gulliver the Giant. Pletzl means square in Yiddish as in town square and this bread is square, albeit imperfectly so. Think of it as Sicilian pizza with the sauce and cheese replaced by raw onions. According to Arthur Schwartz, the author … Continue reading
Many years ago a couple lived together in a small Polish shtetl . Though they were both basically good people, they had a disagreement they couldn’t resolve. In time their difference grew so severe that they were contemplating divorce. But before throwing in the towel they sought counsel from the local wise man who happened … Continue reading
For some mysterious reason, it has become customary for the mother of a Bar Mitzvah boy to bake a tefilin cake. Not a cake shaped like a pair of tefilin , though I’m sure someone out there is baking one of those. What I’m referring to is a cake decorated with chocolate tefilin, an edible replica of the phylacteries, … Continue reading
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
Here’s a cooking lesson cast in rhyme So your latkes can rock at Chanuka Time. Latkes are a part of our history I’m going to unlock the mystery Of how to make them crisp and light For your guests to fress on Chanuka night. Rule # 1 don’t skimp on oil ¼ inch in the … Continue reading
When I discovered this recipe on allthingssimpleblog.com my curiosity was piqued. Onion marmalade? It sounded like an oxymoron or a joke, but there were relatively few steps and the humblest of ingredients, onions, sugar, kosher salt and vinegar, except for one glitch—the vinegar had to be balsamic I didn’t have any at home. That wasn’t … 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
