Bookishly Jewish

There is nothing like some low stakes sapphic romance to get me out of a reading funk. And when I’m in need of that fix – I turn to one of my favorite indie authors, Shira Glassman. People have been reccing me her short story collection Knit One Girl Two since forever. Including a lovely article from fellow romance writers that ran as part of our last Tu B’Av feature. I should really learn to listen more, because when I finally accumulated enough digital media credits to go purchase it, I definitely got the warm fuzzies. 

The longest story, from which the collection takes its name, follows Clara as she prepares to start hand dying yarn for her next sock club. For those not in the knitting know, this means Clara dyes special yarns herself and sends subscribers enough to knit a variety of themed socks. This time around her colors are based on the art work of Danielle. To whom she just so happens to be attracted, and who volunteers to help out when more than usual orders roll in. You can guess where it goes from there. 

I did love that story, but my favorite was actually the story FEARLESS, in which a newly divorced and newly out of the closet mom takes her daughter to the All-State orchestra rehearsal and begins to have a flirtation with the butch orchestra director. It was nice to see a reminder that one is never too old to fall in love or to create art. The rediscovery of both a long abandoned musical talent and queer feelings that had long been put aside, was a real one two punch straight for the feels. And it was so gentle and reassuring at the same time. No high stakes end of the world break up to send my cortisol levels rising. Just straight up love, acceptance, and a line about kissing in one’s native language that read like music in and of itself. 

Often for trad publishing to acquire a book, even one labeled as cozy, it must torture the reader to the point of making them cry and throw the book across the room on a social media video post. Or have some ridiculous high concept hook involving the end of the world as we know it plus the death of the character of everyone they hold dear. Sometimes both. As a reader, it can get pretty exhausting. Sometimes, I don’t want to be tortured. I don’t want the world to end (or be in danger of ending even if it does get saved by the end). I just want a hug and a warm pair of socks. Knit One Girl Two provides both (although you’ll have to knit the socks yourself. Clara’s yarn is all sold out).

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A few months ago I wrote my first Holocaust adjacent piece. It was a short story, because I don’t think I can carry those particular feelings for the extended period that a novel would require, and deeply personal. It was also something that surprised me, because Holocaust narratives have never come easily to me. Not solely because I am primarily a writer of joy, but also because the fear of persecution was palpable for me during my childhood. I am grateful for the education I received, especially in a society where polls show that many gentile young people don’t even know what the Holocaust was, but I can’t recall a time in which I did not know that there were people who believed I was less than human simply for being born Jewish. Needless to say, this deeply messed me up. I am not afraid to admit that. The reality of the Holocaust is an emotionally scarring thing for a sensitive child to know in vivid detail. Which is why I appreciated the path taken by Neal Shusterman and Andrés Vera Martínez  in their YA graphic novel Courage to Dream. 

Courage to Dream features several short narratives about the Holocaust, and it doesn’t shy away from how truly awful it was, how a portion of humanity treated another portion of humanity like less than animals, but it also includes messages of hope and resistance. There is a fine line to walk between Holocaust education and trauma voyeurism. Veer too much to either side and you run the risk of sugar coating a tragedy or terrifying the living daylights out of children (and not in the good horror novel kind of way). Author and illustrator both manage to find what felt to me like a happy medium here, providing enough detail to get the message across. 

My favorite narrative was the last one, in which a young lady sees what her family would have looked like without so many branches cut off prematurely. There are entire families of cousins, holidays full of the chaos of cramming too many people into a space that just manages to fit them, a support system that she currently lacks. It is a visceral reminder of what was lost, a gut punch delivered with a tender loving embrace afterwards. The narrator of that story strives to create a better future and I hope the readers leave with that spirit too. 

There are also lighter moments – when you get to the story with the coat rod you’ll know what I mean – and Baba Yaga makes an appearance as a resistance fighter. Lesser known war stories are given the spotlight right along with the more widely known concentration camps. Public memory of even the more widely publicized aspects of the Holocaust has faded recently and Courage to Dream serves as a good reminder, especially in a time of rising antisemitism. 

It also serves as a means for young people to engage with this history and be inspired to take action in their own lives and communities. The topic is heavy but it provides hope for humanity which I think is important for young readers. But maybe also for this particular adult reader too. 

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I’ve long believed that succeeding as a woman in STEM is more about perseverance than anything else. Sure there are some super geniuses, but even for us regular folks – a career in physics, chemistry, or math should not feel unattainable. It’s just a thing to do, like any other career, except with all the pressure of breaking into a boys club. Which is why I loved the protagonist of Hannah Reynolds’s YA romance Summer Nights and Meteorites. Jordan is more into math than history, wears a lot of black, and is incredibly approachable. 

She’s also a complete mess when it comes to relationships, afraid her father has used her as an excuse not to date ever since her mother died, and is insanely jealous of her Dad’s research assistant Ethan with whom he’s been spending most of his time. Which is why she’s sworn off dating and is preparing to spend a resentful summer marooned on Nantucket where her father is based for his historical research. Unfortunately, she’s staying at Ethan’s family home (they’re Uber rich) and may have accidentally made out with him on the boat ride over before realizing who he was. Whoops

Did I mention she’s kind of a mess? But she’s a functional mess, and obtains a last minute internship with an incredibly cool astrophysicist. As part of that gig she starts looking into Nantucket’s history of female astronomers. 

Naturally, the sparks fly between Jordan and an Ethan. Readers of Hannah’s other books, Summer of Lost Letters and Eight Nights of Flirting, will find some cameos from former featured characters but everything is understandable without having read those prior books. There is also an element of found media when Jordan reads the journals of a former Nantucket astronomer and makes a shocking discovery. Interestingly, for a book in the romance section, the third act tension does not come from a break up – it comes from several side plots the biggest of which is the drama in the diaries. I won’t give it away, but in my experience Jordan’s dad vastly underestimates the ability of private foundation grant committees to hold a grudge. 

Jordan, and her boss Cora, are extremely relatable. They are regular people with regular lives who show readers that science should be attainable for anyone. Jordan wandered her way into astrophysics yet she might stay there and build a career. Both the female astronomers of Nantucket’s past and Cora are shown to face discrimination against women (and in Cora’s case women of color) in the sciences. But they set about fixing those wrongs and having laudable careers regardless. 

Science shouldn’t be a remote career path designated for Mensa members only. It’s there for anyone who wants to reach out and take it. The major requirements are an actual interest in the subject and a willingness to fail (because every scientist fails at some point). I loved watching Jordan realize that this is more than okay and that she can have both love and a career. Score one for team science. 

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The world of Chelm, where an angel accidentally dropped all the souls destined to become the fools of the world, has delighted Ashkenazi children for years. Every culture has their silly folklore people that think they are wise, whom they fondly blame for any ridiculous or incongruous happening in the world. Chelm is ours. A place where everything is topsy turvy and yet somehow still functions. In The Schlemiel Kids Save The Moon author Audrey Barbakoff asks a simple question – sure, the adults were silly but what about the kids?

The story that follows, and is beautifully illustrated by Rotem Teplow, has the reader realize that not all the inhabitants of Chelm are too silly to bear. When their parents are concerned that the moon has disappeared because its reflection in the lake has disappeared due to water disturbance, Sam and Sarah Schlemiel have to rescue the adults of the town from themselves. Even the wise Rabbi (a classic archetype of Chelm) is caught up in the mayhem.

The Chelm depicted in the story is a modern one – there’s running water and telephones etc. This is not your grandparents shtetl Chelm. It is also a diverse place, with a wide array of foolish townspeople all unified by their apparent inability to look up at the sky or listen to their children.

Normally, I’m not a big fan of books that get their laughs from the kids being smarter than everyone else, but in the case of Chelm it works – precisely because we know that all the adults are always silly there. It is a unique and discreet place. Although this adult reader could not help but wonder what happens when the kids grow up – do they somehow lose their intelligence? do they move? – yet I wasn’t overly bogged down by this question and I suspect children will empathize with not being listened to by the adults in their lives.

Chelm has always been a bit of a metaphor, a way for us to hold a mirror to ourselves without taking it too seriously. Perhaps that’s a bit deep for a picture book, but it just means there’s something for all levels here – whether you’re a kid who just wishes their parents would listen to them, or an adult wondering how people in the world who are supposedly wise can sometimes make choices that do not seem very wise to the rest of us. Whatever your metaphysical qualm of the day, there’s probably a Chelm story to address it. The Schlemiel Kids is a nice addition to the bunch.

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Naming a character is a tricky piece of work. Sometimes the name magically reveals itself to me along with the character. Like most magic, this is rare. The rest of the time, I spend days flipping between different names, calling the character INSERT NAME in the manuscript, or pointing randomly to a phone book. In one memorable scenario, I asked to use a name from my critique partner’s childhood imagination. She was kind of shocked when this choice survived the drafting, editing, and submitting process, but I had grown rather attached to the name at that point (probably because it reminded me of her and she is awesome). In Joyful Song, written by Lesléa Newman and illustrated by Susan Gal, the main character faces a similar conundrum. Only INSERT NAME isn’t really an option, because little Zachary is on his way to the Synagogue with his two mothers to name his baby sister.

Turns out, the name has already been chosen, but as is tradition in many Jewish communities, it is not be used until it is officially bestowed before the congregation and the Torah in Synagogue. This leads to some hilarity as the family meets various community members along the way who inquire after the baby. To prevent Zachary from accidentally spilling the beans, his mothers interrupt him with cute nicknames for the baby. The neighbors are invited to join the ceremony, forming a bit of a procession, and on the way back home there is a fun repetition as they are dropped off in reverse order.

I especially enjoyed the melding of old tradition with new concepts found in the book. Although specific naming traditions vary across communities, many do have the custom not to use the name until it is officially bestowed in Synagogue. Indeed, there is some lore that indicates the giving of a name is the last vestige of prophecy left to us after the destruction of the temple. In naming a child, you partially determine or foretell their future. God speaks through the namer.

The choice to make the baby in the book assigned female at birth allows Newman to showcase some newer aspects of Jewish tradition. The naming of those assigned male at birth has always been a bit of a hoopla, because it occurs at the circumcision which is a large ritual followed by a feast. Girls, on the other hand, were named in front of the Torah ark on the days it was routinely taken out for the standard weekly readings. There were some special songs, I especially enjoy the sephardic one that references the Yonah – the dove, but it was not generally associated with a large communal gathering or party. It was a regular day of services at Synagogue. Each child has always been viewed as a gift, but these days people want to show that by also having a large celebration for a baby girl – just as large as her brother would have gotten. That celebration has taken different forms in different communities, with the baby girl naming ceremony becoming more and more popular.

Also notable are the guests at this event. Although the book does not specify, it can be inferred that many of the neighbors that inquire after the baby and come for the naming ceremony are not Jewish. Or at the very least, they are not from the same congregation and therefore not familiar with the ceremony and custom not to use the baby’s name until it is officially given. This is interesting on two levels – the first being that the family feels comfortable and friendly towards these people to the point where they invite them along. The second being that the neighbors actually accept that invitation and agree that the child is a blessing. This may seem fairly routine and normal, but it was not so long ago that every Jewish baby was thought of as a scourge upon the Earth by their non-Jewish neighbors, a thing to be destroyed and loathed, not a living, breathing, manifestation of joy. The model of community openness and mutual respect and understanding displayed here means so much to me right now, and I hope the spirit in which it was written can survive.

I don’t review picture books that often, but this year to accommodate reader feedback we are making a huge push to increase offerings across all genres on the website (my apologies to the horror fans, I struggle the most with that one). It appears I am not as much of a novice as I thought though, because the moment Joyful Song hit my hands I immediately recognized the illustrations. They were so full of vibrancy, diversity, and just this feeling of what modern Judaism encapsulates for me that I had to look up the illustrator and see if I was correct. Indeed I was! Susan Gal has also illustrated my personal favorite picture book, (also written by Newman! what a dream team!), Here is the World, which for a long time was one of the few picture books up on BookishlyJewish because of how moved I was by those illustrations. It filled me with such a great sense of joy to encounter her illustrations again.

Joyful Song is a sweet story, not just for those welcoming a new child into their home, but for anyone looking to see a community practice equality and openness. It is a book of optimism, and isn’t that the perfect feeling with which each new child should be welcomed? I won’t ruin the story by revealing the name, but let’s just say whoever chose it did an excellent job. No scouring through a phone book needed.

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The Book of Jewish Food by Claudia Roden is one of the most comprehensive collections of Jewish food from across various Jewish cultures – Ashkenazi, Sephardic, Mizrahi etc. Yet I confess, I’ve never tried a single recipe from it. For me, Claudia Roden is not just a provider of recipes, although many are detailed in the book, she is a curator of memories. Specifically, the cultural memory of a people in diaspora who preserve their traditions and history through food. I use this book to learn about how the various lands we have lived on and the persecutions we have suffered inform our tables. Not necessarily to cook.

The Book of Jewish food is divided into two sections, one covering Ashkenazi food and one covering everything that isn’t Ashkenazi. That is obviously a hard thing to put a label on and also a much longer chapter. There are really evocative photos and postcards spread throughout, and in addition to thorough introductory chapters, side bars give information on specific foods and customs. 

Rodin herself acknowledges that it is impossible to try every recipe, to list all the variations, and so instead she chooses to focus on the ones that taste best to her. She most definitely likes sour cream more than I do (I did not previously think this was possible) and many of these dishes are prepared differently than I make them, but I didn’t mind. The point for me was the history. As Roden notes, while our communities spread out over recent years they’ve also mingled more, and current recipes have begun to cross cultures. I put tamarind paste in my holoptches. In the past that would have been a sacrilege but I think Roden would approve. 

The Ashkenazi chapter did occasionally feel slightly reductive to me, but I think this is because Roden’s background, and palette, were formed on an Egyptian and Syrian background. I can forgive her for not realizing how actually vastly different certain noodle kugels are. Plus, for all I know a person with a Sephardic background may have similar feelings about the chapters relevant to their cooking. It’s extraordinarily difficult to condense this many years of history into a recipe. Either way, I found myself engaged in the reading, even quoting fun facts to whoever happened to be around me at the time. 

If I did try one of the recipes included it would probably be teigelach because I’ve always wanted to try those but nobody I know makes them. I imagine things might take a little practice. Roden’s recipes are somewhat sparse – leaving room for those around you to tell you how they in particular did such and such back in the old country. So whatever version I make will be my version, reflective of this new country. Maybe in a few hundred years someone will write a book about it. Let’s hope it is just as thoughtful and thorough as the Book of Jewish Food. 

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I have one special rolling pin that nobody besides for me is allowed to touch. When it goes missing, there is a mass panic and I cannot function. It’s a wooden french pin that works really wonderfully for rolling out everything from pie crust to hamentasch dough, but that’s not the reason it is so special to me. I love that pin because my grandmother taught me how to use it and every time I do, she is with me again. Carine Goren captures that nostalgia in her book Traditional Jewish Baking: Retro Recipes Your Grandma Would Make…If she Had a Mixer.

My own grandmother most definitely did not make most of the recipes in this book. For certain she was not using jello and she was not a big cheesecake fan either. Who had that back in Poland or Russia? She was more of a compote person. However, I distinctly recall the homemade checkerboard cake on the front cover of Traditional Jewish Baking appearing a few times in my childhood. It’s unclear who made it – turns out most of the women in my family in prior generations were not huge fans of spending time in the kitchen. A fact you’d never know from the way they took care to have the littles bake with them and the joy they took in feeding us.

Maybe that’s the point. They wanted to instill a memory and Goren is trying to keep that memory alive by bringing back some old school recipes that have fallen by the way side due to being too finicky or too old fashioned for modern tastes. The first recipe I tried was Flan. Goren’s instructions were flawless, and made the creation of this intimidating custard dessert fairly simple. I still managed to set off the smoke alarm and burn the caramel until I got the hang of it (turns out you really can’t turn your back on it for even a second) but I’d prefer not to dwell on that incident. Once I aired out the house and started again the results were wonderful.

There’s something special about baking and eating together as a family. I’m planning to try several of these classics, including the cheesecake. Who knows, maybe I’ll even whip out the copper jello molds. The nostalgia wafting off every page of Traditional Jewish Baking is more than worth the effort.

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I did not grow up on light foods. Chicken soup, potato kugel, and cholent can be delicious when prepped by the right hands, but they are extremely heavy. They are the foods of my shtetl ancestors, reflecting the land they were living on, their limited budgets, but also the fact that they worked off the calories during their labors. Despite our much improved economic situation and proximity to groceries since that time, salad as the main star of a meal was still a new concept for me as a teen. When my family desired a salad on the table we took some lettuce, threw on a pint of grape tomatoes, and covered the whole thing with store bought dressing. Let’s just say I was not enthused about the entire project.

Salads still found their way to me despite my lack of excitement on the subject. Lots of the other girls in high school enjoyed them, and my classmates were far more creative in both their ingredients and dressing choices. At a certain point, when every teenage girl in sight appeared to be dieting, salads became the “in” thing to eat at lunch or when going out with friends. This is rather hilarious because the billion toppings and dressings they smothered their vegetables in made the bulk of those salads anything but dietetic. Still, they were very tasty and I liked the idea of food that didn’t sit on me so heavily, even if I wasn’t particularly concerned with dieting. I began to experiment, and it turns out I had some skill at salad invention.

I get asked to prepare salads a lot these, I’m sort of known for my repertoire, so I’m always on the lookout for fun new ideas. Which is why I picked up Melisa Ben-Ishay’s Come Hungry. I had no idea the author was co-founder of Baked by Melissa. I just knew the book was jump started by a salad recipe that went viral.  I wanted to see what that story was all about and whether the salad in question lived up to the hype.

Inside, I found a colorful and appetizing array of salads as well as toasts and breads. Many of the dressing are simple, but some utilize nutritional yeast and ground nuts to give more flavor to vegan recipes. Others put a protein on top for a full meal. The very first recipe I tried was telling – braised beets. Because you can take the peasant out of the shtetl but you can’t take the shtetl out of the peasant. Nor would I want you to. I am not ashamed to love beets, and these beets were fantastic. I eat them at least once a week now. 

The dessert section also looked intriguing but I haven’t yet had the time to make most of the recipes as Passover got in the way. The ice box cakes look delightful and I’m dying to try them out. I suppose it’s a good thing it’s almost summer.

Come Hungry is not a kosher cookbook per se, but I only found one recipe that wasn’t actually kosher and it was very easily modified. In addition there are beautiful photos of Melisa’s Jewish family, including a section on cooking with kids and empowering them in the kitchen. The ethos of the title is extremely Jewish and reminds of every Jewish hostess I know. We want our guests to come hungry, so that we can feed and nourishing them. It is a way to show our love. I’m still exploring all the recipes, but I’ve decided I can’t make do with the copy I took out from the library and will be buying my own. 

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You can spot a good cookbook by how dog eared and ratty it is. My copy of Daniella Silver and Norene Gilletz’s The Silver Platter has various substances spattered across its pages, numerous loose sheets tucked into the front cover, and a veritable office supply store’s worth of those small post it flags meant to signify important pages. It is one of my most used books, and I am super grateful to my sibling for gifting it to me when I was first starting out in the kitchen.

The Silver Platter has an interesting authorship set up. Daniella Silver, whose family includes some people with food restrictions for medical reasons, was interested in writing a wholesome yet still elegant cookbook. She approached a more senior member of her community, Norene Gilletz, who had already achieved some success in the cookbook arena. Under Norene’s mentorship, Daniella developed the recipes and Norene has placed helpful tips and tricks – called Norene’s Notes – throughout. I actually really enjoyed both that book origin story and the unique flavor each author brings to the book. Daniella clearly thinks about what goes into each recipe, and how malleable it is for people with different dietary restrictions. Meanwhile, Norene is out there trying to make the entire process easier and more streamlined. It’s a winning combination.

I suspect that at some point after it came out, this book was offered as the giveaway to various charity auctions if you bought a high enough ticket package. Quite a few people have it, but have not actually opened it up/plumbed it’s depths and this is a crying shame. Food restrictions abound these days and there’s something for everyone in here. Plus, a lot of the recipes are good for Passover – there’s four different quinoa recipes!

My list of favorite dishes from The Silver Platter is lengthy, but hopefully by telling you more about each one you get a fuller picture for the book itself. The rice noodle stir fry/pancit was a hit with my picky eaters. I like to make the chinese chicken and mushrooms when cooking for a kimpeturin (mother who recently gave birth) since it’s not the same chicken and rice everyone else sends, and the orange and soy marinated chicken flies off the plate. You don’t even need to fire up the BBQ – I make it on a grill pan all the time and it is incredibly moist and flavorful. I don’t cook a lot of meat, but the Best Roast Brisket recipe (that’s the actual name of the recipe) helped me through my first shabbat roast when I was having company and I’ve returned to it again and again.

Moving over to the desserts, the chocolate bark is super easy yet looks super fancy and you can start mixing in your own topping choices once you get a feel for it. The white chocolate and apricot cookies are stunning, and the Cookie Cake is so fun, and slides right out of the bundt pan as promised.

There are also a lot of salads and grains – did I mention the quinoa yet? – but salads are a weirdly innate skill for me and so it is not often I use recipes for them, but I do like looking at the photos for inspiration. The presentations are bright and effective. Almost every page fulfills the old adage about healthy eating – make sure your plate is colorful.

I’m not one for keeping books pristine. They are meant to be used, loved, and read. In this cake I have practically used this book to the death and it still holds up. If you’ve got picky eaters, food restrictions, or if you are simply looking to bring a little more variety to your table, the Silver Platter is a good place to start.

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As you might have guessed, my books are cherished and I do not part with them easily. Cookbooks especially so. I actually have a decent size collection with a special cabinet to store them. But today I’m going to tell you about the time I sold one. You see, I’d accidentally wound up with two copies of Spice and Spirit by Tzuvia Emmer and Tziporah Reitman. As I prepared to move out for college I purchased one for myself, and unbeknownst to me my mother did too. I put the extra book up on a resale site (remember, I was a broke college student) but I couldn’t really bear to part with it, so I listed it for a ridiculous amount of money. And then a month later someone bought it. 

Now why was this person willing to pay an obscene amount of money for one cookbook, and why did I refuse to sell them my second copy when they offered even more money for it? Well, Spice and Spirit is kind of a classic and it had gone temporarily out of print right after I bought it. There’s a reason my mother and I both thought it was important to have a copy of my own in my apartment. This book has literally been gifted by scores of Ashkenazi women to their daughters as they got married, or to any relative when they moved out on their own for the first time. I knew it would come back in print (you can easily buy it now for about $35 American), but I didn’t want to go even a few months without it. Neither did the mystery purchaser who said their daughter was getting married in a week. The second copy would have gone to their niece in a similar situation. 

Why? Why is a cookbook which doesn’t even have pictures such a hot ticket? Why does it continue to sell even thirty years after publication?

Before the recipe sections, there is a thorough explanation of Jewish Asheknazi customs including things that only come up once a year and thus can easily be forgotten – like whether we make one or two blessings over the candles on the second day of Sukkot and Passover. Albeit, from a largely Lubavitch perspective. I grew up in a religious household. I was taught these things in school. My mother had learned them at her mother’s knee. Still we always felt the need to double check in the book. I still sometimes do, and the nostalgia of that, the connection to so many women who have used the same text for this exact reason across generations, is not something I’m willing to put a price tag on. So I kept my book. I do not regret it. 

Now, I mentioned the book does not have photos – it was conceived and printed before the days of kosher cookbooks with full page glossy food photos- but it does contain really useful sketches of techniques, including different ways to braid and shape challah. They are easy to follow, and produce a great result. Spice and Spirit is also is jam packed full of traditional and modern Ashkenazi recipes. My copy has a sticky note in the front cover where I have written, in extremely cramped handwriting, all the recipes other people have told me are tried and true. It grows so fast I have added a second one and I’m still working my way through it. So which ones can I personally recommend? The mushroom barley soup is simple but delicious. I make it all the time and it never disappoints. The black and white cookies are fairly fool proof, and the variety of kugels is unmatched. 

I knew the laws of kashrut inside and out when I first got my own kitchen, but I had relatively little experience actually cooking. My mother didn’t enjoy it much (something I learned later and still laugh about given the discovery that I do enjoy it quite a bit). This book taught me the ropes.. And it did so with some simple pencil drawings and no nonsense recipes that avoided what we called “patchke” (a million ingredients, steps, and gadgets and pans that will later need to be washed). It’s a stalwart of Ashkenaz cooking and can also be enjoyed by Sephardic and Mizrahi Jews – or non Jews – who enjoy Ashkenaz food. To me these recipes taste like home. 

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