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They came to America on the S.S. Argentina, sailing out of Genoa, Italy, in 1952, my parents and sister, five-year old Anie. My sister said our mother spent the entire trip in their cabin below deck, fighting seasickness. Anie spent the days running around having fun, following our father who apparently spent most of the […]
I often think of my mother, but as Chanukah approaches her memory burns bright. She would stand at the kitchen counter with her box grater, and one by one grate the potatoes on the side with the finest holes. Grated, not shredded. No food processor in sight, just hard work that often resulted in raw […]
There are certain dishes that call out to us. You might want to recreate that favorite cookie from your childhood, or a dish that a neighbor offered you when you visited, perhaps it’s something that you associate with a grandparent or even a close friend. My mother used to make gedempfte fleish, braised beef of […]
The Chanukah of my childhood bears little resemblance to how we now celebrate the holiday. Growing up there were three ways that a visitor to our home would recognize that it was Chanukah. Latkes were being fried in the kitchen, a Hanukkiah was prominently placed on the dining room table, and a dreidel or two […]
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