Celebrating Modern Jewish Living Through Food, Tradition, and Family


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>

This is my father’s bench.
The same bench where my father stood, leaned against, kibitzed from, schlepped hundred pound piles of dough onto, and expertly made hundreds of thousands of bagels by hand from 1970 to 1990. The same[…]-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>

My family is proud to support the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum and each month, we enjoy learning about the fine work that the Museum does to honor the survivors, those who perished, and to teach the lessons of the Holoc[…]-READ-MORE>

I’m not sure how Jews originally began their love affair with Italian food, but for this writer, I know how it all began. At the age of seven, my parents moved from Brooklyn to Staten Island (what they then considered ‘the country[…]-READ-MORE>

As I think I’ve share with you in some of my blogs, my family is a blended one. Meaning, my husband and I, like many other families, don’t have the luxury of having our children with us full-time. Our kids spend part of their time[…]-READ-MORE>

I’m convinced the world is divided into two groups: those who look at this picture, start to drool, and think to themselves, how can I get my hands on the red ones? and those who think, meh, does absolutely nothing for me.
The[…]-READ-MORE>

My husband and I had one of those tears-streaming-down-your-face belly laughs yesterday over something from my childhood that I likely blocked out for some 40+ years: Dr. Brown’s Cel-Ray soda.
Yes, you know the one: light green[…]-READ-MORE>

Flashback to the years 1948 -1958. Looking back on my childhood, I can’t believe just how much I remember. During these years I was seven to 17, living with my parents. I remember the street we lived on: Schenectady, Avenue, A[…]-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>

Up until I got married (ok, marriage 2.0, fine), my relationship with my KitchenAid standing mixer may have been one of the more significant and certainly the most satisfying relationships I’ve had as an adult. I know this may sou[…]-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>