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In Celebration of Cel-Ray
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>
Savoring Shabbat
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>
A Little Pesach Nachas
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>
My Father’s Bench
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>
Oh, for a Single Slice of Nova
I guess you could say I’m a bit of an anomaly when it comes to ordering a sandwich in a deli: to me, the thinner the sandwich, the better. I know, I know, this is not how it’s done (or expected) when ordering anything between two […]-READ-MORE>
1948 Lunch Special
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>
The Knife & The Entenmann’s Box
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>
How I Remember
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 Happy
Sunday morning: the boys are playing X-Box, (no Hebrew school today as it’s Thanksgiving weekend, so they’re still in pjs and yes, I’m letting their brains go to mush), my daughter is at the kitchen table drawing a picture she’ll […]-READ-MORE>
Dad’s Farina
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>
A Tzedakah Tale
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>
Cure-all: Carvel
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>
