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My first home was an apartment on the corner of 183 St. and The Grand Concourse. 2274 Grand Concourse was a brick pre-war building, a walk-up, with two wings and a center courtyard (perfect for playing handball.) The apartment had wonderful architectural features that I was too young to appreciate but which clearly made a […]
What can I say, I have been missing in action for a few weeks but I do have a good excuse. We are heading to Texas where our eldest son is getting married. Too busy to do much cooking but not too busy to contemplate the importance of sharing food with the people you love. […]
Last summer my son David was visiting us with his girlfriend Elizabeth. At one point I looked at her and said “he can be a challenge” but her immediate response was, “he’s worth it.” As parents we all want our children to find that person who loves and accepts them for who they are, and […]
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 […]
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