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I wish I knew something about the Purim celebrations that my parents experienced during their childhood. They were both from observant families so it is hard to imagine that the holiday was not marked in some way. On top of which my mother’s aunt owned the bakery in Mogielnica. Did she prepare Hamantaschen or some […]
The stoop was not just an architectural feature of many of the buildings in The Bronx, it was much more than that. In addition to flanking the entryway to the building , it was the place to linger, to hang out and have what my older son refers to as a “stop and chat.” It […]
This is a post from last Thanksgiving but some of you are new to Bamitbach and I wanted to introduce you to my standard dessert for the holiday. I have been in NYC for the last five days and have had many wonderful experiences, meals, and moments. I am thankful that I was able to […]
It all comes down to a few essentials. I don’t think many people are waiting for the roasted Brussel sprouts (even when they are beautifully presented on the stalk) or the cranberry chutney, and some people don’t really like turkey. For me it is the dressing (we don’t stuff), the sweet potatoes and the corn […]
When we were growing up, it seemed that someone was always dropping in to visit with my mother. They would sit at the kitchen table and talk, usually over a cup of coffee. My mom’s closest friend, Fanny, would nibble on a spoonful of jam instead of a cookie. Our lifestyle is not really conducive […]
My sister recalls that I came home from Kindergarten and told my mother that I wanted to celebrate Thanksgiving. At that point my parents and sister would have been living in the United States for about seven years, and were open to the idea of celebrating this “American” holiday. That was the beginning of a […]
It’s the Sunday morning before Rosh Hashana and Norm and I have been busy in the kitchen all morning. Norm is baking bagels and baguettes, experimenting with new recipes. Schav borscht is cooking on the stove, just because there is still so much sorrel in the garden. I have dough rising for challot, and I […]
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