I have to thank everyone out there who builds their succah in the weeks leading up to Rosh Hashanah. I love making a big deal out of them to my kids. For me, though, it’s a great offset to the fears of entering Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. The succah during Elul says: We’re about
I have a non-Jewish neighbor who was recently gifted a shofar. He says it brings good luck, and at all hours of the day I am lucky enough to hear the sounds of a shofar. (I’m not being sarcastic, by the way; I mean it seriously.) When I hear a shofar blow while I’m inside
It’s been a very, very long time since last Rosh Hashanah — it’s gotta be more than 12 months by now. Remember back when we didn’t know if the kids’ schools would open, and how? And the delight on their faces when they were finally able to walk back into the building? I recall the
My most cherished recipes are the ones that I write down with the phone in the crook of my neck, getting all the details from my grandmother on how to make her classics, like rugelach. There’s the actual recipe, and then there are the footnotes to the recipe, all the comments and amendments. It’s at
There was a time, back when I still lived in Israel, that I did the food styling for our photo shoots. This was years ago; I can’t imagine having the time for that these days. Most of the props I owned have long been given away (tangent warning, Renee Muller just found a box of
Late afternoon this past Shabbos, we had a storm followed by a blackout. This might be a polarizing statement, but I didn’t mind it at all. Whereas many (most??) people foresaw the mess they would wake up to twelve hours later, I saw it as Hashem setting me up for a much-needed good night’s sleep.