New Orleans’s annual Fried Chicken Festival has apologized for using a Holocaust memorial as an employee break area and pledged not to use the space next year, the New Orleans Times-Picayune reported Tuesday.
Yom Kippur is the holiest day of the year. It’s the day when we become like angels: We pray all day and night and we don’t eat as we beg God for forgiveness; for Him to grant us a good year. But that doesn’t mean we always succeed. At least we don’t always succeed at keeping our thoughts in line with our prayers and the synagogue service. In other words, it’s not unheard of to let our minds drift to the foods we’re becoming more and more desperate to eat at that moment.
I grew up in a semi-religious household. My father was Orthodox; my mother was resentful. It wasn’t that she rejected Jewish beliefs, but she didn’t exactly respect them either. Nowhere was this more evident than in the small kitchen of our Lower East Side apartment. Keeping kosher was a constant source of conflict. Jewish food and related rituals were equally triggering.
A lovely stillness has set in now that the festivities of Rosh Hashanah are behind us. I’m looking forward to a week of fresh, simple food — dishes that are light, easy to make, and take advantage of the bounty of incredible fall produce available at the market right now.
(JTA) — “Make Hummus, Not War.”