Celebrating Modern Jewish Living Through Food, Tradition, and Family

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>
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>
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>
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.
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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>
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>
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>
Are there any MASH fans out there? I always remember that somewhere in either the opening credits or maybe it was just always in the background, but anyway, there was one of those wooden signposts with signs and arrows painted wit[…]-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>
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>
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>