I cook because I love to eat. I garden because I love to cook.
My maternal grandmother, Jeanette, was hardly a vision of health. She smoked, did not exercise, and ate lots of traditional Jewish foods and baked goods that one would never classify as nutritious. When we drove to visit her in Atlantic City from our home in …
I’ve always been an adventurous eater. From a young age I helped my father cook all manner of Chinese food and we ate homemade refried beans with tortillas for dinner twice a week. But as a kid, I was not enamored with Indian food. I …
The first thing I learned to cook when I was young was pizza; every Wednesday, two pizzas for the family. The second thing I learned to cook was Rock Sugar Chicken, a Chinese stewed chicken with bamboo shoots and shitake mushrooms, the sauce saturating a …
I didn’t grow up eating stuffed cabbage. Thinking back, it’s surprising my grandmothers didn’t cook them. Matzo balls, brisket, knishes, chopped liver, these were the Jewish foods of my youth. (Although I wouldn’t touch chopped liver at the time.) No stuffed cabbage. My introduction to …
There are coleslaw lovers in this world, and coleslaw haters. It seems there are very few people in between. The lovers don’t understand why, when served as a supplement to your sandwich, you get only a tiny portion. Three or four forkfuls. A tease. It’s …
The extra hour gifted to us this morning by switching from daylight savings time to standard time makes it perfect to cook a big breakfast – including skillet vegetable hash topped with a fried egg. Except in my family we don’t get the extra hour, …
