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Still chopping charosis the "old fashioned" way using Nana Rose's wooden bowl and chopper!

Still chopping charosis the "old fashioned" way using Nana Rose's wooden bowl and chopper!

Roberta Lulov
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One year we were invited to a newly married aunt for passover seder. She served a traditional meal starting with matzo ball soup. The soup was awful the matzo balls delicious. We were all gagging. My Mother went into the ...

One year we were invited to a newly married aunt for passover seder. She served a traditional meal starting with matzo ball soup. The soup was awful the matzo balls delicious. We were all gagging. My Mother went into the kitchen to help my aunt. She shook her finger all of us to behave. When she went into the kitchen she screamed Sol, (the new husband) what a cook your wife is. Even the water from the matzo balls is delicious. We continued to gag. What fun memories even 45 years later.

Dorothy Weiss
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In my house we weren't a cooking/ baking kind of family but the one thing you could always find was something small to have with your coffee... As I grew up I found myself more and more drowning to the ...

In my house we weren't a cooking/ baking kind of family but the one thing you could always find was something small to have with your coffee... As I grew up I found myself more and more drowning to the art of cooking and always going back to this one time that my aunt and I spent a day in the kitchen filling the house with smells of baking while baking our favorite: Babkas and martzipans!

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For as long as I can remember, my family has used Frosted Flakes instead of Corn Flakes in our Noodle Kugel recipe.

For as long as I can remember, my family has used Frosted Flakes instead of Corn Flakes in our Noodle Kugel recipe.

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I grew up in Stamford, CT in a culturally Jewish family. Once a month on Sundays, my grandparents who lived in Brooklyn at the time, would drive up in their maroon Lincoln town car, stocked to the gills (no pun ...

I grew up in Stamford, CT in a culturally Jewish family. Once a month on Sundays, my grandparents who lived in Brooklyn at the time, would drive up in their maroon Lincoln town car, stocked to the gills (no pun intended) with lox, bagels and all the fixings from their local deli. Don't tell my mother but that was my favorite meal of the week.

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For 20+ years, my grandparents would show up at our house, giant cooler in hand, filled with a full traditional meal, all prepared and only in need of reheating.

For 20+ years, my grandparents would show up at our house, giant cooler in hand, filled with a full traditional meal, all prepared and only in need of reheating. They did this because they thought my mother couldn’t cook and didn’t want her to be embarrassed (they also loved the preparation). The first time my grandfather came alone, he arrived to find that my mother had done it all herself. Every last traditional dish. And it was delicious. Turns out, she more than knew how to cook, she was just happy not to have to do the work!

Alex Smith-Schildkraut
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My husband loves to cook, and is enamored with all things “old-world.”

My husband loves to cook, and is enamored with all things “old-world.” You can imagine his delight when a friend offered to store their Shabbat dinner chicken fat for us, so that twice a year we could make homemade schmaltz. I'm convinced that only in New York would a friend be willing to do that (even without a second freezer!), and only in New York would our neighbors not be appalled by the smell!

Jessica Chait