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This is a post from last Thanksgiving but some of you are new to Bamitbach and I wanted to introduce you to my standard dessert for the holiday. I have been in NYC for the last five days and have had many wonderful experiences, meals, and moments. I am thankful that I was able to […]
When we were growing up, it seemed that someone was always dropping in to visit with my mother. They would sit at the kitchen table and talk, usually over a cup of coffee. My mom’s closest friend, Fanny, would nibble on a spoonful of jam instead of a cookie. Our lifestyle is not really conducive […]
Here are some of my memories of the 1960s. Standing on a line that curved around the block as I waited to see West Side Story. Watching American Bandstand on T.V. and then looking on as my sister practiced the dance steps using the refrigerator handle as her dance partner. Seeing the Beatles for the first […]
There are days when I arrive home wanting to prepare something quick and nourishing for dinner. Turkey meatloaf fits the bill perfectly. The inspiration for this recipe came from my colleague Linda, a remarkable woman with an effervescent personality. Around the “coffee maker” we often discuss our children, husbands, and food, usually in that order. […]
When I was growing up, the sense of community among apartment dwellers was clear. The building that I lived in on the Grand Concourse functioned as a vertical village, with neighbors pitching in and helping one another. People watched over each other’s children, helped out with errands, and some even divided their poultry order, as my mother and her closest friend Fanny […]
I must confess that there are many things that I love about Christmas. I love the carols, the movies, and the wonderful decorations that announce the arrival of the holiday season. My children had to get used to the fact that after Thanksgiving, my car radio was tuned to the station that played Christmas music, […]
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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