I don’t know what bothered me more, the fever or the FOMO. When I was eight or nine years old, I wasn’t able to join the family Chanukah party, thanks to a persistent fever. I stayed home with my mother, who valiantly tried to make up for my FOMO. Some hobbies don’t change, and the
Sometimes our fond memories are an inflated version of the reality. My first Chanukah married and living in Israel, I got choked up as the first night approached and we made our humble preparations. Sure, it was exciting, Geulah is king of Chanukah hype, and you feel the build-up everywhere, but the real truth? I
In December 2019, my husband came home from Costco with a Roomba (reason #726 why I strongly dislike Costco). I fully intended to bring it right back to the store, but he talked me into keeping it. Apparently, telling me it’s a Chanukah present is a good ploy. We’re actually not so big on Chanukah
You know the saying “Friends that cook together stay together”? (I hope it’s okay that I used my creative license there!) When I first got married and was living in Israel, my good friend, Esty, had a particularly strong influence on my suppers. She had this great big red leather cookbook full of recipes for
Rivky Kleiman just came out with a new cookbook, and I’m beyond excited. You have to understand, Rivky and I have been working together for over ten years. She was the first contributor I brought on board to Family Table. And in ten years, nothing’s changed. Here’s how we operate: Me: Rivky, I’d love the
To me, having a Crock-Pot supper bubbling from 11 a.m. is the epitome of adulting. It feels very mature. It means you have everything you need in the house the night before. See what I mean? Mature, responsible adult. I’ve admitted in previous Crock-Pot sets that Crock-Pot suppers aren’t really my thing. I’ve wondered why,
