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April 4, 2014
Irene Saiger

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Cottage Cheese Chremslach (Passover)

We use to have really good home-cooked breakfasts when our children were little.  Norm would spend every Sunday morning in the kitchen, trying to please everyone by preparing pancakes, eggs, hash browns, and French Toast.  Despite the complaints, especially if the yolk of the fried egg broke, we knew how much the children enjoyed not […]

March 30, 2014
Irene Saiger

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Etty’s Chocolate Meringue Cookies (Guest Post)

It wasn’t Passover in our house until we had eaten my mother’s Chocolate Meringue cookies. When I was young we lived in Pittsburg California.  There were only a handful of Jewish families, and the local market didn’t have Passover foods, so my mother came up with this recipe.   I remember after Purim, my mom […]

March 28, 2014
Irene Saiger

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Dina’s Herb Dip (Passover)

I’ve had some requests to post what I plan to cook for the Seder.  Though it always is a work in progress, and there may be lots of changes over the next few weeks, there are some standard dishes that we seem to have every year.  Unlike the seders of my childhood where we were […]

March 23, 2014
Irene Saiger

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Stuffed Potatoes (Passover)

Spring is here, Purim is over, and Passover is just weeks away.  For the third year in a row, we are going back East to celebrate Passover with our children at the home of our older son and daughter-in-law, a home where we have always felt welcomed and included, to a seder that is open […]

March 14, 2014
Irene Saiger

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Almond Crisps

Our Mishloah Manot arrived on the East Coast today, and though it may be too late to share this recipe in time for  your mishloah manot, I promise that these cookies are worth making any time, even after Purim! Preparations began last Sunday morning with a trip to Trader Joe’s to stock up on baking […]

March 4, 2014
Irene Saiger

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Dried (and fresh) Mushroom Soup

‘ Letters would arrive from France, Poland, and Israel, my father carefully removing the stamps before tossing the envelopes.  Once in a while, no more than once or twice a year, a package would arrive as well.  It was always the same, a cardboard box wrapped in brown paper tied with a rope.  It was […]

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