Ki Tisa has some very obvious themes, including the forgiveness for the sin of the golden calf, but I’m am choosing to go in another direction for this weeks book selection. On the heels of cookbook week, I feel it is appropriate to note that amidst the building of the temple sinks, the sin of the golden calf, and Moses literally seeing God, there are several lines about Shabbat observance in Ki Tisa. Nestled among these flashier counterparts, the sentences admonishing the Jewish people to keep the Sabbath, could be easily overlooked. That would be a mistake. They are foundational to so much of Judaism and they pair wonderfully with the cookbook Shabbat by Adeena Sussman.
Shabbat observance takes different forms in different branches of Judaism, but it is a central tenet in all forms of religious Judaism, and even a cultural touchstone for many Jews who otherwise do not participate in religious observance. It is frequently mentioned by Jews of Choice as catalyst towards their conversion and by historians as a reason for the endurance of Jewish people.
In Shabbat, Sussman brings foods from different geographic regions of Judaism in easy to follow recipes. She also includes recipes running the full gamut from traditional Ashkenazi cholent, to “modern” dairy meals. The photos are stunning and the whole vibe is peaceful and warm – just like shabbat!
Shabbat is called the sign of the covenant between Jews and God, and my favorite way to celebrate it is with food. Pull up a plate and enjoy.
Have you ever read a detective story in which the classic noir detective locks and loads a super-soaker loaded with chicken soup (authentic, kosher, bubbe-made) and, protected by the weapon of his faith, heads into a hellscape catering to DC tourists? It’s available! The book is Hornytown Chutzpah by Andrew Hiller, and it’s just charming and fun.
It starts in classic fashion. A succubus, one of the sheydim, walks into hard-boiled detective Solomon Weiss’s office and asks him to clear her of murder charges. She introduces herself as Ms. Urrie (“I hate puns,” the detective reflects). She calls on him as Solomon the Wise Guy, a name that makes him wince, considering how much he’s left that identity behind to become more of a dick, as he keeps thinking:
“Solomon the Wise Guy was who I used to be. The guy who didn’t play dirty. Who didn’t drink. Who played everything straight. That was his rep, anyhow, even if sometimes Solomon Weiss looked the other way or got his hands greased while he tightroped the line between mensch and cop.” (8)
Off the detective goes to Hornytown, with his super-soaker of “a little kosher wine spiked with a kiddush” (7). (The chicken soup is for serious cases, since matzah balls gum up the works).
The victim is Ronald (the Unicorn) Hart, the mayor of the goofy touristville hell he invented. In a corrupt system, with elements of the murder looking very sketchy indeed, Ms. Urrie calls on Solomon to clean up his act and rediscover who he used to be. As she concludes, “And, well, everyone knows when a Hornytown girl gets in trouble she can count on the Wise Guy.” When he hesitates, she pulls out “the big guns,” with some old fashioned Jewish guilt, asking, “Sol, don’t you believe in tikun olam anymore? Your duty to repair the world?” (25). She even throws in some Star Wars, just to top this off: “Please, please help me, Sol…You’re my only hope” (25). Pop culture references are always extra fun for the readers. The characters are fun too, with the right amount of self-awareness.
Off they go, leaning heavily into the Yiddish slang. As Solomon narrates on one occasion, “To avoid the kvetching and as much tsuris as possible I improvised a few believable spiels and strategized on how best to shmooze them” (58). Arrested by the officials of Hornytown, one asks, “Jews don’t even believe in Hell. Why fight for someone your people don’t believe in?” (78). Of course, the succubus’s pleas have gotten to Solomon. Later, he mouths off with “I’m Jewish. We’re more about enduring pain than getting off on it” (91). As such, this is a decidedly goofy and decidedly Jewish spin on the hardboiled detective genre.
There’s a twist ending, of course, as Solomon discovers the surprising culprit. He saves the day and sets things right, confirming that he still has a great deal of Solomon the Wise lingering within him. The book fittingly ends with a silly Yiddish glossary titled “A Wise-Guy’s Guide to some Jewish and Yiddish Words.” It’s fun and clever, as it subverts all the genre rules with heavy, heavy Jewishness.
Valerie Estelle Frankel is the author of over 100 books on pop culture, including Hunting for Meaning in The Mandalorian; The Villain’s Journey and Adapting Bridgerton. Her Chelm for the Holidays (2019) was a PJ Library book, and now she’s the editor of Jewish Science Fiction and Fantasy, publishing an academic series for Bloomsbury/Lexington Press. Come explore her research at vefrankel dot com.
Welcome to fashion week, Torah style! Many readers who have not read the full Torah before will be surprised to learn that this week’s Torah portion – Tetzaveh – largely deals with costuming. After receiving instructions for the building of the holy vessels, we must now clothe the priests that serve in the mishkan (and later in the Temple). Therefore, there are detailed descriptions of the garments worn by the high priest Aharon and his sons. Notably, one of the materials used is the mysterious Techelet.
Techelet has been a controversial issue of study for some time now, with scholars debating over what exactly it is. Most agree it is a form of blue or indigo, likely made by dying fabrics with material extracted from some kind of marine animal. There have been various people over the years who have claimed to know the source of techelet, and some who claim to be making true techelet even today. For an interesting history of those claims, but also a discussion on why the color blue is so special to Jews in particular, I recommend reading Gadi Sagiv’s Jewish Blues. In addition to the wonderful biblical tie-in surrounding techelet, it covers a history of Jewish use of blue (both forced and voluntary) in clothes and ornaments through various time periods.
Why an entire Parsha dealing with fashion? In Judaism, even the material and the mundane can be elevated to serve God. A priest with improper garments, no matter how holy his thoughts and pure his actions, is not fit to serve. We must pay attention and take care of our bodies and the world God gave us. For fashionista’s like myself, imaging what the choshen stones loeekd like provides an outlet for this part of ourselves. Just as God intended.
It is impossible to read Dinner Party Animal and not know the identity of the author. That is because Jake Cohen is literally on every page, from his hosting advice to comments about him made by his friends, you cannot escape him. This is both good and bad depending on how much you like Jake Cohen.
The recipes are up to par with Cohen’s other books, and the chocolate cake featured on the cover and in many of the photos does indeed create a showstopper (I actually witnessed a teen bake the whole thing from start to finish). The lay out is unique, with each chapter representing a full themed dinner party meal, rather than a specific group. Most of the recipes are kosher, a few are easily adapted to kosher, and a small minority should just be avoided by the kosher among us (maple bacon…). You might also need to rearrange the preset menus to avoid milk and meat issues. Overall, still recommended for the kosher consumer.
The photos have more of an old timey feel, which transported me back to my mother’s old Betty Crocker books and her collection of tin jello molds. This is not bad thing. Dinner parties have been something of a casualty of our increasing dependence on technology as well as pandemic isolation, and I think it is a good idea to bring them back, albeit with some of Cohen’s tips about not stressing as much as people used to about things being perfect. You shouldn’t need to buy a special jello mold to have friends over. The books proposed solution is to go heavy on the alcohol. I’m more of a lightweight in the drinking department, so I’ll suggest adding a few more appetizers/snacks instead.
Cohen’s menus are fun and easy, however depending on your culture you might need to add more items. I personally will faint if there are less than ten dishes on my table when company is coming over. I realize this goes against his philosophy of not stressing and making things easy, but I use a mix of very easy recipes to hep supplement the more complicated ones and I absolutely cannot survive with just one dessert. Sorry Jake, it’s just not happening.
All of Cohen’s book feature personal anecdotes, but this time instead of being about his family we see a lot of his friends. Particularly his famous friends. There are photos of them shoving food into their mouths, quotes of them roasting Jake, and so on and so forth. I think this is meant to give us a sense of what it is like to attend one of Jake’s parties, but I could have done without it. Luckily, the recipes made up for the name dropping and I just looked at the food photos instead of the famous people photos.
If you’re new to hosting, Dinner Party Animal will make your life easy. Everything is laid out for you right down to the necessary grocery list. For the more experienced, you might choose to mix and match like I do. Most of these recipes pair well with items in Jake Cohen’s other books. Don’t be intimidated by all the famous people. This is pretty straight forward fare, and you will enjoy sitting back and eating it with your friends and family. Even if they are not famous.
Nobody knows how to have a good time like a “gingi.” The affectionate nickname means something more than just “red headed.” It conveys a sense of free spirit and adventure. In short, the kind of person you’d love to party with. Which is why Ben “Gingi” Siman-Tov and his wife Zikki are the ideal couple to write a book about hosting.
Their cookbook, Eat Small Plates, is more than just a collection of recipes. It’s a philosophy of hosting that will allow your home to always feel gracious and welcoming without too much fuss. Don’t be fooled by the word ‘small’ in the title. It refers to the size of the serving plates, not the amount of food guests will be eating. Essentially, they recommend having lots of options so people can try different types of food and never fight over the sole platter of a dish. You can see an example on the cover, but the pictures of Ben and Zikki laying out their numerous serving plates onto a feast table are an entire lesson in party planning.
I could eat an entire pan of the onion mechshe, and Zikki’s quick Amba is a life saver when you don’t have days to prep and ferment traditional amba. Meanwhile, Ben’s rugelach were versatile and I had fun trying different fillings in addition to the chocolate presented (pomegranate jam was my favorite). The main thing to know is that proteins are more limited – high quality, very fresh, and often raw. If you need to serve a full turkey or a roast to feel like you’ve truly fed everyone, then you’ll need to look elsewhere.
Eat Small Plates is also a wonderful peek into what happens when two different yet complimentary personalities get together and cook. There are asides from Ben and Zikki, and certain recipes are credited to one or another of them, but overall it is mostly a fusion. We hear about both their families and their journey to finding each other.The food is fun and flavorful, but also very thoughtful. I got the sense that enjoying a meal in their home would be a truly memorable experience.
The book itself is smaller than some cookbooks in height, which made it easier to hold and fit onto my kitchen book stand. There are photos for all the recipes and they are vibrant with bright colors and mouth watering food. While not strictly kosher, most of the recipes required no adaptation or could be adapted quickly. I’m excited to try more of the breads section. The feast table may be full of dozens of small plates, but I’m serving myself on a large one, because I really did want to try everything!
Note: BookishlyJewish received this book from the publisher after we inquired about a different title in their catalogue. We are so glad they sent it!
For so many Jews, food is an expression of love. I certainly feel that love every time I open up Rae Dayan’s For The Love of Cooking. It was gifted to me by family, who knew how I was experimenting with Syrian Jewish cooking as an expression of my love for them. My prior repertoire was entirely Ashkenaz. Syrian food, while exciting, was a whole new flavor palette. With my copy of For The Love of Cooking, also came the generous offer to call any time I needed help, which I actually did!
When people think of Syrian Jewish food, they think of the stunning photographs in Aroma’s Of Aleppo. In terms of photography, comprehensiveness, and explanations about the community it is unmatched. But if you want your food to come out with that extra special something? You need For The Love of Cooking (extra points if you still have a DVD player to watch the videos of Rae preparing some of the dishes). There are very few photos, and there are a few recipes I am definitely not trying (cheese straws…) but you have never tasted keftes until you’ve made the ones from this book. The butcher always gives me a hard time when I buy my kibbeh homda balls, assuming I am mistaking them for classic fried kibbeh, until I review Rae’s recipe and he acknowledges I actually know what I am dong. And yes, there is a fried kibbeh recipe and I have made it. The Passover version is the best.
My favorite though, as is often the case, is a desert. The ajweh – date crescents -are ridiculously easy yet always a crowd pleaser. People ask me dubiously if I am sure I am Ashkenaz after I serve them (which I do every sukkot). I can feel Rae Dayan’s love not just for cooking, but for the people she was feeding, radiating off these pages. I only wish I had purchased more copies when the book was still easily available in print. Because gifting is a wonderful way to show love, but there’s no way I’m letting anyone have my copy.
Leah Schapira, Victoria Dwek, Shaindy Menzer, Renee Muller, Esti Waldman
November 18, 2020 and November 10, 2025
Mesorah Publications
If you live in a large Jewish community that keeps kosher, you are probably familiar with the phenomenon that is Dinner Done. The first cookbook, created by the Between Carpools team, was a huge success and the sequel flew off shelves when it was published this November. I’m not immune to hype, and obviously had to check them out.
Dinner Done is known for its fast and easy recipes – there is an entire section in both books of recipes that can be completely assembled in a single 9 x 13 pan. While I prefer not to use disposables (yes, I’m one of those crunchy granola people), I found this section very appealing for feeding people quickly when I get home from work. Pyrex works just as well as aluminum and there’s even a little paragraph in one of the book about how to adjust based on your pan. The birthday cake cake bars, pareve cholent, various potatoes, cookie sticks, and chicken nugget were all winners. There are also sections on slightly more involved recipes that are also totally worth it. Hot dog burnt ends? Devoured in seconds by picky eaters. The rice and flanken crockpot dish, not so much.
There is also a little bit of controversy in the community surrounding the cookbooks. When Dinner Done first came out some people were very upset that none of the authors had their picture in the book. Instead, their biographies were printed next to cute spice dishes and kitchen utensils. I don’t know if this was the choice of the women or their publisher, and I am generally not a fan of what I see as erasure of perfectly modest women from Jewish publications, but I also try not to judge. As an author, I don’t use a photo for myself because of stalking concerns. So I’d like to extend a little grace here. And I strongly disagree with the people who take umbrage at the “between carpools” team name, stating it makes it look like all Jewish women do is take care of kids and cook. In fact, I have two full time jobs and I still drive carpool! And I also fully support my peers who choose not to work outside of the home if they have the resources to support that lifestyle. That’s actual feminism. Supporting ALL of our choices. Not just your preferred one.
These women have some serious skills. The design on these books is gorgeous. They developed, styled, and photographed the entire themselves and likely did a lot of the malting too by creating their famous website. The recipes are almost all easy and tasty. That is a job my friends. And they are very good at it. It’s a very giftable set of books, but also something to buy for yourself. It has made my life easier as a working woman. If they put out a third volume, I’m likely pre-ordering.
Parshat Terumah is one of those Torah portions people either love or hate. It mostly describes the the construction of the mishkan – the traveling Temple the Jews carried in the desert – as well as the holy vessels and alters. For those interested in practicalities, there are all sorts of debates to be had over exactly where the flowers were placed on the menorah and what a tachash skin even is. (Excellent discussion on the Tachash can be found in Rabbi Slifkin’s Sacred Monsters which is not this weeks book, but could have been!). For those more interesting in information relevant to the modern day world, this can seem like some pretty out of touch reading.
Personally, I don’t think anything in the Torah is unworthy of our attention, since there is always new meaning to be had, even when we are discussing the building of a gold plated wooden ark for use in the desert thousands of years ago. Some Jews believe that with the coming of the Messiah there will be another Temple. There are entire organizations devoted to figuring out if animal sacrifice will still be a thing, and if so, how in the world are we supposed to come up with that much livestock on short notice? Others think of the Temple more metaphorically, as a state of mind or place of peace for humanity to aspire to. Some, like Yishai Sarid, write an entire book about a fictional future featuring said temple. Not surprisingly, the book is named The Third Temple, and it is translated by Yardenne Greenspan for those who need to read it in English.
It’s fun to think about the what ifs of the future, and The Third Temple certainly provides a thought provoking warning. It’s a story both familiar and new. We’ve seen sons named Jonathan dealing with the fallout of their powerful father’s sacrilege before (if you haven’t, do not despair. We’ll get there when we read the prophets). We’ve also seen governmental leaders try to weaken or disband the supreme court in a variety of countries in recent days. Sarid mashing these things together, and adding his own unique flavor, with an entire temple thrown into the mix, produces a story that makes one think deeply about tradition and what exactly we are to do with the passages of the Bible that might seem outdated. How would we practice if we had full autonomy? How much should we be taking forward? How much faith in God is needed to stop a person from becoming a tyrant? The purpose of the mishkan was not just to show everyone that the God of the Jews has cool stuff just like all the other Gods. It was for God to dwell in our midst, so that we might never seek to put ourselves above them. If I was in charge, I’d vote that we could forget the animal sacrifice, and remember the humility.
by: Alison Goldberg and illustrated by Selina Alko
April 12, 2025, Barefoot Books
32 pages
Some time ago I posted a picture of the yahrtzeit candle I had lit for my father on a social media site that shall not be named. It was part of my efforts to share Jewish traditions and customs with my readers. I did not expect the post to blow up the way it did. Don’t worry, despite that app becoming a cesspit in later years, this story has a happy ending. People were genuinely curious about the custom, excited to share their own mourning traditions, or just wanting to support me on a sad day. What I quickly realized, was that this particularly Jewish custom gets very little media attention despite being symbolic to many cultures around the world. Which is why I was incredibly curious to see how Alison Goldberg and Selina Alko would interpret it for children in their picture book The Remembering Candle.
Long story short: they just won every major award a Jewish children’s book can win.
OK, maybe not EVERY award, but a lot of them. And it is well deserved! On the first page Goldberg establishes that this candle, while marking a special occasion, is not celebratory like birthday or Hanukkah candles. It is also distinct from the candles I’ve seen being lit at bar mitzvahs in a lot of movies and television shows. I am not sure where those “come up and light a candle” ceremonies originate from, since they are completely alien to my personal community, so I’ll leave the pontificating on whether they are distantly related to mourning candles to someone with more familiarity with the custom. I can, however, speak to yahrtzeit candles. They are special 24 hour candles lit to mark the anniversary of a loved ones death day, and I learned from my readers that people from many cultures could relate to this desire to spread light in a time of mourning.
The Remembering Candle is that rare one two punch where both the text and the illustrations both blew me away. Goldberg kindly and gently introduces children to the Jewish concept that someone’s memory is for a blessing. The main character is sad that his grandfather passed away a year ago, but he and his family spend a very meaningful day remembering everything they loved about him as the candle burns lower. Meanwhile, Alko’s illustrations are like nothing I have seen before in a picture book. She uses mixed media to create a textured, layered effect that evokes memory. Bits of newspaper peak out from behind paint, and each picture shows the bittersweet sadness that exists when we peel away the layers of our history along with the layers of wax on the candle.
The Remembering Candle tackles a difficult topic with a sensitive and relevant story paired with jaw dropping illustrations. It is a truly special book and I think it makes a wonderful gift. Does that sound morbid? Giving a book about death to small children and their parents? Well, that’s how good this book is. I am so certain the recipient will love it. As I learned on social media, people want to connect with us and our traditions, especially the lesser known ones. Shine a little light and let them in.
Note: BookishlyJewish received a copy of this book from the publisher.
Some people might think picking The Witch of Woodland as the book to read along with Parshat Mishpatim is me taking the easy route. The title character of the book, Zippy, is reading Mishpatim for her bat mitzvah parsha. The link is right there. But I’d like to dig deeper. You see, this whole ‘bat mitzvah’ thing is coming as a surprise to Zippy who perceives her family as not all that observant. She’s confused about her link to Judaism, why her best friend is acting weird around her, and has also somehow managed to magically conjure a new friend for herself – a girl with no memory, and wings like an angel.
Yes, life is pretty confusing for Zippy who has no idea how to relate to her friends or her religion. Her bat mitzvah parsha feels alien to her, and things are so bad at school she has literally conjured a magical creature to hang out with. To be fair, Mishpatim is pretty confusing for everyone. Even Zippy’s parents start to rethink this Bat Mitzvah thing when they actually read her Torah portion. It is largely a long list of rules, including the prohibition against witchcraft which Zippy obviously disagrees with, and instructions for enforcement. It is the stuff that makes other people look down upon Judaism as “too legalistic.” Those people would benefit from reading Zippy’s story, especially her speech at the end.
One of the things that Zippy discovers along the way is that Judaism is indeed a religion of lists and rules, but above all it is a religion of questions. Yes, other religions may have more touchy feely Gods and rituals (and even in Judaism we have some branches that favor emotional response over biblical exegesis), but we get to argue with God. Which is its own brand of fantastic. Plus, Zippy’s worries about not being Jewish enough are dispelled by an extremely welcoming community. When your religion includes a bunch of arguing back and forth, people realize that everyone has a perspective to share and should be heard.
Are the rules in Mishpatim confusing for the modern mind? You better believe it. Should that put us off from studying it? No. Because that is the entire point. Not the lists of rules and punishments, but engaging with them in an endless cycle of critical appraisal and improvement. Feel free to love your God if that is how you connect, but I’m going to keep arguing with mine. It’s tradition.
