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June gloom has settled over Los Angeles. After a tough week, I couldn’t wait to get home this afternoon knowing just what to do to help me feel “sunny,” even if the weather isn’t cooperating. Lately I’ve been keeping a close eye on my backyard. I’ve picked the first blackberries from the bush we planted […]
January 11, 2015 On our trip to Toronto last month we stayed in a hotel that we had chosen based on location and convenience. The sad occasion for the trip, (my father-in-law had passed away), seemed to be echoed by the hotel. Built in some era long ago, the front part of the property was […]
There aren’t many foods that are more comforting than a simple bowl of soup. It may not elicit the same oohs and aahs that taking a bite of perfectly cooked steak can, or cause you to close your eyes as you might when eating a decadent piece of molten chocolate cake, but unlike its flashier counterparts, […]
My daughter Shira and one of her oldest and closest friends Alex, have been traveling through Morocco for the past two weeks. Shira has sent detailed e-mails about their adventures, and this one was perfect to share just before Shabbat. As we begin planning our Rosh Hashana menus, I love the idea of having something […]
It was the summer of 1972, I was 16 years old and I was going to Israel for the first time. The trip was organized by Hadassah, six weeks long, we were to spend a week on kibbutz, a week on Gadna (pre-army training camp) at Sde Boker, and the remaining month touring. After we arrived, […]
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 […]
Shabbat dinner always felt different from the rest of the week. The differences were small, my mother bentched licht covering her head with whatever was nearby, sometimes even grabbing a dish-towel, the table was covered with an embroidered cloth, challah replaced rye bread, roast chicken was served, and my father said Kiddush. On Saturdays life […]
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