Purim is coming a little late for me this year. Just as I’m crawling out of my upside-down life, it wants to pull me back in. There used to be so much time. And then I went from student to professional. And then Adam got mono. Then I spent a weekend in New York and, …
Tradition. TRADITION! Tradition? Thanksgiving is a holiday I have always spent with my dad’s family. And Thanksgiving is “my dad’s holiday.” My Aunt Sarah does Channukah and my Aunt Amy does Passover. (You can almost hear Tevya, snapping his fingers and curling his wrists.) The Thanksgiving location has changed over the years as my dad and stepmom …
I know what you’re thinking: Um, Lauren, this post is about a month overdue. It’s not warm where I live anymore. Well, allow me gloat for just a moment. Because the weather is pri-taaay, pri-taaaay nice in San Francisco these days. Now, whether or not you can get the wording right the first time, we have …
I hope my grandma isn’t following my blog. I’m scared what might happen if she finds out that after finally learning how to make khoresht fesenjan, a Persian delicacy, I went and turned it into a pizza sauce. When my fiance, Adam, first met my dad’s family at a Hannukah party, my uncle brought out …
Mama Rice: pronounced “Muh-Muh” I think many of us have that one dish that reminds us of home, where as instantly as you smell it you are reminded of how it felt to be squeezed by the safety of your grandmother’s body. So naturally, sharing this dish feels like much more than sharing food. This …
my jerusalem kitchen 