I cook because I love to eat. I garden because I love to cook.
From time to time I get asked why I bother with this food blog. It takes me hours each week; I don’t have a particularly large audience; I’m not getting any monetary rewards. Sometimes it doesn’t seem to make sense. I enjoy writing for friends …
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 …
Let’s talk about a type of food that most people wouldn’t make, let alone eat. Let’s talk about chopped liver. (Some will stop reading right now. I admire those who proceed.) I understand its lack of appeal. It’s made from an organ that many Americans …
For me, matzo ball soup is comfort food; warm, soothing chicken soup with a big, steaming, ball of carbohydrate. When I was young, it was my grandmother – the one who wasn’t a particularly good cook – who taught me to make matzo balls. You …
