Welcome to the Forward‘s coverage of Shabbat, the Jewish day of rest.
Welcome to the Forward‘s coverage of Shabbat, the Jewish day of rest.
Welcome to the Forward‘s coverage of Shabbat, the Jewish day of rest.
Welcome to the Forward‘s coverage of Shabbat, the Jewish day of rest.
I had already been living in New Haven for close to five months when my parents came to visit for the first time. Whenever I cooked in the enormous, sunflower-yellow Le Creuset Dutch oven they sent as a housewarming gift or wondered where to hang a piece of art, their absence from my new home…
The humble egg cream is making an appearance after dinner and before dessert at Eleven Madison Park in New York City, says T Magazine. The fancy restaurant finishes their rendition of the classic with ” a splash of olive oil…[from] a silver oil can from Tiffany.” [Foreign Policy][2] recently released it’s first-ever food issue. It…
T’beet, a chicken stuffed with rice and spices and cooked buried in more rice and spices, was the traditional Sabbath lunch of the Babylonian Jews of Iraq for generations. I say “was” because apart from the older generation of exiled Iraqi Jews, like my mother and a few relatives, very few people make this dish…
If you are Russian, then you know implicitly that, much like the proverbial tree in the forest, a meal didn’t actually happen unless soup was involved. Or, in my grandmother’s words, if we didn’t eat our soup, our kishki (intestines) would dry up. Consequently, I have spent a lot of my life eating soup. Like…
I have a complicated relationship with egg salad. As a child I consumed it the way other kids inhaled fruit roll-ups. A creature of consistency, I demanded egg salad on challah every day for lunch. Then I went to the doctor, who determined I had the cholesterol of a 97 year-old Kentucky Fried Chicken employee….
My family moved from Georgia to Israel when I was seven years old to escape the brutal anti-Semitism of the Georgian civil war in 1992. Less than four years later, our parents moved me and my sister to Queens, NY. As a 10 year old, I took this third major upheaval in our lives the…
On a Friday afternoon in September 2007, I set about making the most eventful Shabbat dinner of my life. After a summer of itinerancy, subletting an apartment and dressing out of a suitcase, I had moved into my first real apartment since separating from my wife. And the following Tuesday, inauspiciously the 11th, I would…
Growing up in New York City I had no shortage of Jewish friends, and yet it wasn’t until I moved to Israel seven months ago that I went to my first Shabbat dinner. Besides occasionally lighting candles and saying a prayer over a loaf of challah with my in-laws, Friday was just another day in…
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