There was a lot of experimenting going on when I Zoomed with Jay Sanderson.
Sanderson is president and chief executive officer of The Jewish Federation of Greater Los Angeles. As Michael Janofsky reported in his story on Sanderson earlier this week, Sanderson is facing the daunting task of meeting the needs of a community hit hard by the coronavirus.
The Shabbat before Memorial Day is usually a time for celebration. Not this year.
This year, there will be no road trips. No days at the beach. No laying by the pool eating watermelon and chips. No fond farewell before camp. No graduation parties. There will be more of this terrible stillness. This suspended animation. Another holiday marked in the time of coronavirus
Anyone else feeling claustrophobic?
I’m blessed, I get that. We have a yard, fruit trees and vegetable gardens I’ve been tending for two decades – even a hammock. As internal exile goes, it’s pretty sweet.
When I got married my mother bought me a dining room table.
The beauty of hummus lies in its simplicity. This cool, smooth dish of chickpeas and tahini has been a staple food of the Levant since at least the 13th century. But, as with all things time-tested and unbroken, many have attempted to “fix” it.
Most egregiously in recent years, some chefs have been pushing a monstrosity called “dessert hummus,” imbuing the savory treat with the sweet promise of cavities. Today, on International Hummus Day, Jews, Arabs, Persians and all those who deem some things sacred, have drawn a line in the sand, stating once and for all that chocolate, peanut butter, cookie dough and, dear God, CINNAMON, have no place in their mezze.