Jaden’s Cheesecake

“Measure with love”.  A saying I learned from my son David’s student when I was invited to join them today for a cheesecake baking session.  I was thrilled to join in, and delighted to watch high school students connect over a family recipe.  The recipe is from South Africa, where the young woman’s parents, whose […]

Spinach Quiche

My “Machatenista” described it as Coronavirus Kashrut, and she’s right. Without any consistent set of guidelines to follow, every individual has to come up with their own set of protocols that they feel comfortable with. For some, the recommendations that do exist are more easily bent, for me it’s a struggle. The conversations in my […]

Harissa

After almost 50 years in the workforce I am finally retiring.  People having been asking how I’ll fill my time, and that is yet to be seen.  I hope to pursue some of the things I have missed, like gardening, having more time to read, taking some trips, seeing friends, and taking better care of […]

Susan’s Almond-Lemon Torte

I recently read an article where a chef said that you are never really alone in the kitchen and that is so true.  When I’m cooking, my kitchen is filled with memories of family and friends, and hopefully a creative spirit hanging around to keep me company.  Today, my plan was to  spend a good […]

Funfetti Cake

We’ve  had a flurry of activity in our family.  It started with Chanukkah, followed by my grandson Phin’s 2nd birthday, a family vacation, Norm’s birthday, and then my granddaughter Manya’s 4th birthday.  That meant lots of cooking and baking.  Not really being a “baker” (too scientific), I realized that if I was going to make […]

Shira’s Cornbread

As a child what I remember wanting  most was to be as American as Apple Pie.  I wanted my parents to speak English without an accent, I wanted to have an American style turkey (no idea what that meant) for Thanksgiving dinner, and not one prepared in the same way my Mom made roast chicken […]

Potato Taquitos

My parents arrived in the United States in 1952 after having spent five years living in Paris, France.  Even at a very young age, I remember my mother’s reaction to being called “greener,” refugee, Survivor, Eastern European.  Somehow I knew that every label was painful, stripping her of her dignity.  I am sure she just […]