Holiday time is all about family. For some this is very enjoyable, for others it is a time filled with stress. Over the past few years, I have realized how rare it is to be in the first category and how truly lucky I am. No, I am not bragging just merely appreciating my good fortune.
I only remember two things from Jewish holiday dinners at my grandparent’s house. After all it was about 35 years ago since I was last there and let’s face it, we don’t remember all that much from when we were small. The memories are vivid, yes, but not plentiful. So all that stands out is every holiday my grandfather saying “Try a little wine.” And my grandmother yelling at him, “Harry, she doesn’t want any wine.”
“Spring has sprung. The grass has riz. I wonder where the birdies is.” –Anonymous
This is still my favorite poem. Sorry T.S Eliot. It was close but, in the end, the birdies won. I can hear the literati heave a sigh of disgust. My response? I believe the expression is “go suck a lemon.” You see, I have a long history of disgusting the intellectuals. It goes as far back as high school. I wore makeup, cared about fashion, and knew the current pop songs. Appalling! Who has time for such silliness? Um me.
There is a multitude of conflicting advice out there on how to make the “perfect” cheesecake. While everyone seems to agree you simply must bake it in a water bath, there seems to be much debate on the type of pan. Many Internet sources say to use a springform pan. However, in culinary class theyRead more
I’m not sure how this tradition came about but the exchange of sweets is as much a part of the holiday as Santa Claus. Every year we are inundated with recipe after recipe for holiday goodies. And every year we dread the amount of work that awaits us. Now I don’t know about you butRead more
