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We landed in Montreal, a city that neither of us had visited before, and in spite of my many trips to Toronto, clearly this was a very different part of Canada. As my daughter and I strolled around old town, walking on cobblestone streets, surrounded by French speakers, I couldn’t help but wonder how my […]
Nir and Guy arrived at my home early Sunday afternoon, carrying shopping bags filled with fresh groceries they had just purchased at the local Persian market. Although we hadn’t met before, these young Israelis, full of personality and charm, quickly made themselves at home. Promoting their company, Puzzle Israel, (which provides a unique approach to […]
I grew up hearing stories of my grandmothers and their preparations for Passover, most of which began way in advance of the holiday. The walls had to be whitewashed, the geese had to be slaughtered and the goose fat rendered, and the down pillows were opened so that the feathers could be cleaned and re-stuffed […]
Some family patterns are repeated from generation to generation. When I was growing up it wasn’t unusual for my mother to make three different entrees for the four of us. My parents would share one main course, but in addition, my mother often prepared whatever it was that my sister and I each craved. I […]
As the summer comes to an end, my thoughts are beginning to turn to Rosh Hashana. These long, lazy days will soon be replaced with an onslaught of holidays and the frenzy of preparation. I wonder if my Mother compiled lists in her head as I have already begun to do. In some ways, even […]
In an earlier post I recalled that each year before Rosh Hashana my Mother would buy a carp which was kept alive in the bathtub, destined to be made into Gefilte Fish. For several days I would come home after school anxious to check on the fish and would then spend hours watching it swim back and forth. It was a funny sight, […]
My girlfriend Elin who grew up in the South recently accused me of being “such a city girl.” She is right, but like many city girls I often read magazines about country life. I fantasize about how nice it would be to live Upstate (New York of course) and have a piece of land […]
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