When it comes to latkes, we are a sour cream family. In fact, my mother thinks sour cream goes with everything. Not that there’s anything wrong with applesauce. But sour cream, or smetana in Russian, is in our DNA as one of the key ingredients in Russian cuisine. So this year, I’d like to take…
The following story, posted a year ago today, is as relevant now as it was then. As you’ve doubtless heard, the citizens of these (decreasingly) United States of America are freaking out about Thanksgiving this year, worried they’ll find themselves trapped at the table with relatives whose political points of view are painfully opposite their…
I have had many things passed down to me by my matriarchs including my grandmother’s cast iron blintzes pans, which she inherited from her mother and are well over 100 years old. On Shavuot, my daughters and my mother and I have had the honor and joy of making blintzes in these magic pans seasoned…
In “A Feminist Case Against Kosher Wine,” writer Liya Rechtman has taken an antiquated approach to Judaism while ignoring the rapid change occurring in the Jewish community today. Her advice not to drink kosher wine during Passover or any other time shows a powerful disconnect with what kosher wine truly represents. We can look at…
The Passover Seder includes a series of symbolic foods placed on a Seder plate, most of which are explained over the course of the meal: the matzo, the spring greens, the bitter herbs, the shankbone… But one element is left unexplained: the charoset, a paste-like mixture of fruit, nuts and spices, with recipes differing wildly…
Passover is a holiday that mixes celebration with mourning. And when Jewish food’s pre-eminent authority, Joan Nathan, sits down at the Seder table this year, she will be both celebrating and mourning in more ways than one. April marks the release of Nathan’s 12th cookbook, “King Solomon’s Table: A Culinary Exploration Of Jewish Food Around…
I’ve been pondering corned beef this week as St. Patrick’s Day approaches, wondering how two groups — Irish Americans and Ashkenazi Jews — who seemingly have so little cultural crossover could seamlessly come together over a dish comprised of stewed meat, cabbage, carrots, dill and mustard. This week, the day of the storm, I made…
When I was growing up in Toronto, Sunday was the best meal day of the week. Early in the morning, my father would go to Harbord Bakery and get kaiser rolls, bagels, sticky buns, a coffee cake and maybe even a few buffalo buns. Then he would head north to Eglinton Avenue to Daiter’s Dairy…
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