Kuchen Kuchen Koo: More Baking Like Bubbe

Because the last baking attempt was such a success (meaning the raccoons that got into the garbage seemed to enjoy the kindlech as no one else in the family did), I decided to try again, this time attempting kuchen, or coffee cake, still using the 1941 Jewish Cook...

Sign from Above? Or Dinner?

Two days ago, I said to my husband, “I’m thinking of going flexitarian.” He said, “Huh? Flexitarian?” “You know,” I said. “Sort of vegetarian. Not totally vegetarian. But kind of vegetarian.” “Explain,”...
The Boy Who Would Not Eat Cheesecake

The Boy Who Would Not Eat Cheesecake

My family was never known for its great cooking traditions. I believe I’ve mentioned my maternal grandmother’s dried brisket and my paternal grandmother’s cranberry sauce that involved canned cranberries and strawberry Jell-O. My mother put solid,...

Food as History

This is the time of year when I get that special feeling. It’s hard to describe. It’s not exactly joy–I’m not a joyful person, by nature. Merry? Nah, not me. I think the word I’m looking for is…oily. The oil is not just on my skin,...