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,
Between Yom Tov and a few simchahs, I’ve been traveling a lot with my kids in and out of airports over the past few months. While we have plenty of stories of airport clerks who seem to enjoy nitpicking, what stands out even more is the people who go out of their way to help.
A few Fridays ago, I spent a good portion of the day on the side of a highway. My car had a weird hiccup, but since we couldn’t figure out what it was, I waited to get towed. If that’s ever happened to you, you know that this is not what you wish for on an
