First off, you should know that the Omer — or, as it’s more properly known Sefirat HaOmer, “The Counting Of The Omer” — is a calendar mechanism that takes us from matzo to cheesecake. Who doesn’t love that? But it’s not all sweetness and cheese. Over the seven weeks of the Omer we have to…
Where I live in Brooklyn, there is no shortage of worthy bakeries, from old-school Jewish joints like Isaac’s Bake Shop and Ostrovitsky to artisanal spots like Ovenly and Bien Cuit. Like with most things, I have found that getting my hands on a perfectly flaky breakfast croissant or satisfying an afternoon cookie craving doesn’t require…
This orange-chocolate “cheese” cake is from Susan Powers’ “Rawmazing Desserts”. Photograph by Susan Powers My first foray into the healthful and delicious world of raw desserts began seven years ago when I was making a sheva brachot (seven blessings) dinner for a friend who had gotten married two days earlier. As Murphy’s Law predicted, my…
Thinkstock by Getty Images My in-laws and I are in the middle of an all-out competition, a head-to-head contest that has been raging for years, since my husband and I started dating. What are we competing over? Culinary supremacy. They’re winning handily, and they don’t even know it. In fact, they’d be shocked to know…
Photograph by Hillary Berkowitz Nussbaum I’ve mastered my family’s desserts, from the flourless chocolate roll to the sour cream coffee cake, but my husband’s favorite — cheesecake — always escaped me. I couldn’t let it go, and finally mastered it by sticking to my new strategy: Rather than tackling the tried-and-true, I put my own…
This summer wasn’t kind to New York restaurant lovers. In June, Wylie Dufresne announced that he’d be closing the doors of his pioneering modernist restaurant WD50. Soon after, Danny Meyer said that Union Square Café would be leaving its original location when its lease expired at the end of the year. Finally, some good news….
As a long-time vegetarian, when I think of Passover, I am not thrilled by my food choices. At least, I wasn’t until I spent Passover 1992 in Israel and realized that I could follow Sephardic rules. I’m sure my ancestors in 1509 Portugal probably ate beans and rice, and maybe even corn by then, but…
In high school, there was little that I loved more than a night on the town. Whether the occasion was a friend’s Sweet 16 or a celebratory dinner after a dance recital, a night out promised the rare opportunity to flee the confines of my sleepy Chicago suburb for the big city, or at very…
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