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Three of us share one office. Granted it is an executive space, with large floor to ceiling windows and a great view of the city. Still, the day I learned that two of my colleagues and I would have to reconfigure this space to accommodate all of us, I was filled with trepidation. Our jobs […]
Anytime I served my mother any kind of ethnic food, her standard response, in Yiddish, was, “we never ate this in Mogielnice.” I was raised on a strict diet of Eastern European Jewish fare: good, solid, hearty meals. My mother never made Pad Thai or tacos or stir fry, and just trying to conjure […]
It is Sunday morning and Norm is making bagels in the kitchen and my daughter Shira is on her way to the Bronx Zoo, both part of the Sunday rituals that I grew up with. Plus it is my sister’s birthday. Happy Birthday Anita! Last week I went to synagogue to say Yizkor, the prayer […]
My mother made garlic chicken every Friday night for as long as I can remember. She used the same rub on turkey, duck and Cornish hens, the only variation being the bigger the bird, the more garlic. Bake the chicken in a large enough pan to hold quartered potatoes and baste chicken and potatoes with […]
My friend Fredda and I wrote this several years ago for a synagogue newsletter. We had decided to watch the Oscars together and serve this particular chicken. Well the Oscars are on Sunday so I thought it would be fun to revive the article and the recipe. Project Chicken Soup is a wonderful organization. To learn more […]
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