Celebrating Modern Jewish Living Through Food, Tradition, and Family
My father believed in a lot of things that pretty much summed up the kind of guy he was:
He believed in putting his family first.
He believed in making the best product he could possibly make and his customers loved him and […]-READ-MORE>
True confession: in addition to being oddly attached to my KitchenAid mixer, I happen to have genuine affection for my cookbooks. I’m not one of those who have to buy every single one I see (although I do have quite a few, and too[…]-READ-MORE>
Growing up in my house, there were a few food-related things you could bet your life on:
1. My dad’s bagels were always in the kitchen in a brown paper bag. Anything with seeds had a bag of its own.
2. Mayo was used for two […]-READ-MORE>
There are a few things in life that I can always count on:
My mother will always complain that my hair is either too long, in my face, too light, or too dark (i.e. it’s some shade or shape of not right);
No matter what siz[…]-READ-MORE>
The picture above might just look like a plate of bakery cookies, but to me, they mean so much more.
I was actually compelled to buy these cookies, put them on one of my finest plates, set them on my Shabbat table, and could no[…]-READ-MORE>
From the time I was about 9 years old, (1950) I vividly recall the ritual that took place every weekend. Dad had passed his road test and received his driver’s license. The first thing my parents did upon getting this news was[…]-READ-MORE>
It’s 9:00 a.m. on a cold Sunday morning. Thanksgiving is a but a few weeks away, Christmas catalogs have been filling up my mailbox for weeks now (already?) and just about everything in my inbox these days is about gratitude, givi[…]-READ-MORE>
So it goes like this: when you have three kids under the age of 11, on any given weekend morning (when you pray the little darlings would sleep in for a change), it’s pretty much a guarantee to wake up to house full of chaos, cere[…]-READ-MORE>
Whatever ever happened to the delicious almond cookies that were served in Chinese restaurants at the end of a meal? How I looked forward to this after we ate what was considered the Jewish Chinese meal. We started with Egg Drop s[…]-READ-MORE>
Oh how my father loved his Cream of Wheat. To this day, I simply don’t get it. I will never get it. If you’ve read any of my other Baker’s Daughter blogs, you know how much I adored my father (still do), but for the life of me, I'[…]-READ-MORE>
So here’s the thing: I look at this picture and I think: delicious, a light lunch–I hope the melon is sweet and really cold! My husband looks at the same picture and comes pretty close to crying, wondering how in the world anyone[…]-READ-MORE>
It comes over us in an instant and almost always on a Saturday night when our children are with their other parents (keep reading): my husband and I will be standing in the kitchen, futzing around looking for something for dinner,[…]-READ-MORE>