When Bubbe, my plump, good-natured, maternal grandmother came to my parent’s house for Passover, she never ate with us in the dining room. Instead, Mom served her in the kitchen before we sat down. I sensed that this arrangement was somehow for my grandmother’s comfort, but I never fully understood. Was it because Bubbe came…
Like many American Jews who came of age in the late 20th century, I thought tongue was the grossest of meats. Chicken fingers and hamburgers were more my speed, and I could tolerate a spoonful of creamy chopped liver if I didn’t think about it. But beef tongue, the economy cut once prized at Catskill…
The debate whether to boycott Israeli products at the Park Slope Food Co-op continues. [WNYC]. A recipe for pickled tongue? Ah, it would make your bubbe proud. [Serious Eats] A chef-turned-rabbinical student struggles with eating food on Shabbat that was prepared in advance, which doesn’t compare in taste as food just made. [Tablet] The James…
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