Over the last year my boyfriend Uriel and I — like so many other members of our generation — have become avid canners. Our experiments with blueberries, peaches, and rhubarb have resulted in stacks of colorful Ball jars lining our countertops.
My last JCarrot, post on balancing religious and personal food values at my wedding reception, really struck a nerve both positive and negative with readers. I received loads of comments about the food and wine at the wedding. There were also comments regarding sustainable wedding décor. We are already well underway with planning the décor, which will keep with our overall eco-vision from A to Z. Our flowers will be potted plants and our challah covers will be made from recycled ties from my grandfather’s collection. The list goes on.
Yom Kippur stirs my strongest Jewish food memory – it’s strange, but true. Since I was in the single digits I can remember walking to Ne’ila services with my mother and father, carrying a bag filled with two essential components of our holiday inside. One was a three-pound sack of apples, the then ubiquitous McIntosh variety. The other was six or so tiny butter sandwiches on my mother’s anise bread.