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Adefina, adafina, dafina, aní, hamín, caliente, trasnochado. All these names refer to one thing: the quintessential Shabbat dish of the Sephardic Jews of the 15th century. It was commonly known under different names, and this would have been one way Jews were able to deceive Inquisition officials, as this dish would have revealed the makers…
Hosting any Shabbat dinner is an achievement. There are guests to be invited. A menu to plan. Food to buy, and cook. A table to set. A house to clean, before and after. And most of this happens over the course of a busy work week. It’s a lot of work, which means what Yaniv…
Growing up, one of the most egregious kitchen crimes my mother ever committed was cooking hot dogs and chopping them up into our Shabbat cholent. Upon finding a hotdog in our cholent, we would collectively groan and push our bowls away. Cholent had a very small window of being good. It isn’t photogenic, it’s easily…
Nothing says cozy like a simmering pot of delicious, aromatic stew. Here’s a roundup of some of our favorites, which run the gamut from meaty braises to hearty cholents to satisfying vegetarian meals. Red-Meat Meals Chicken Concoctions Meatless One-Pot Meals Liza Schoenfein is food editor at the Forward. Contact her at [email protected] or on Twitter,…
Last year, the Conservative movement issued a teshuva, or ruling, that kitniyot — i.e rice, beans and legumes, traditionally avoided by Ashkenazi Jews at Passover — are now permissible. For those who feel liberated by this decision (perhaps feeling that the dictum to avoid chametz is enough of a manacle), you may also be overwhelmed…
Photograph by Vered Guttman Of all the Jewish culinary traditions, Shabbat overnight dishes are the ones that ignite my imagination time and again. From the stories of the communal ovens in Eastern European shtetls, Moroccan villages or Jerusalem’s Old City up to today’s families who keep this tradition going, there’s always something very homey and…
Photograph by MollyJade via Flickr Growing up, there was nothing like waking up on Shabbat morning to the unmistakable smell of cholent cooking in my mother’s extra-large stock pot. Held down by a massive weight (which my mother used to call “the cholent maker,” leading me to believe there was an actual devise that magically…
From time to time I like to dig into my past on the Internet, as many of us do. Sometimes I go digging for details from my old yeshiva in Baltimore, which is difficult, because it doesn’t have much of what you might call a web presence. But recently I came across a Twitter feed…
