Adventures in The Book of Jewish Food by Claudia Roden

Three days without my husband. 


The weekend before is a muddle in my head:  I know there were lots people, cocktails and food and even more than the customary amount of cooking and cleaning up. 


The past few days, by contrast, have been slow.  I was able to scramble/… Read full post »

It may happen at any time.  You’re going to have to invite some Jewish friends  over and they will expect you to serve them food.  A lot of food. 

Serve them Borekas. 

Dish up a bunch of Burriche di Tonno (only a couple of hours’ worth of work) and/… Read full post »

Hell Week at the Intensive Outpatient Program:  the State Inspection is upon us.  We are overrun with robotic-looking individuals whose main purpose on earth is to sniff out inadvertent human error:  unsigned treatment plans, unauthorized space heaters, dirty stethoscopes, a clinician/… Read full post »

A Daydream:  I’ll be out and about in New Haven, and someone I know will come rushing up to me and say, “I’ve been reading your blog.  It’s fantastic.”  I’ll feel like I have justified my existence and all the time and energy I’ve put into writ/… Read full post »

What is wrong with me?  On Shabbat I whined about chopping up a little cucumber for Raita.  The very next day,  Sunday, after a full day of gardening, cleaning and watching a three hour Little League baseball game (my little bunny rabbit Moshe was playing, and when he was up at/… Read full post »

A few mornings ago,  I looked in the morning and I wanted to disappear.  I knew it was time to put on a burka.  Get me a loose piece of fabric that covers the whole body.  Let me have my fat, bad hair day in private. 


My bad mood was… Read full post »

Last night I got one of those lectures from my gray-eyed, chubby-cheeked, curly-headed, eight year old son.  It started, over Keso Assado and Kashkaval Pane, like this: 

“I give this a C plus.  If you don’t get a better grade, next time you’ll have to go to summer sc/… Read full post »

APRIL 6, 2011 1:37PM


The only thing worse than being an idol worshiper is being a bad idol worshiper.  For the past year and a half I have been worshipping at the altar of The Book of Jewish Food by Claudia Roden.  I have served her faithfully, cooking up dishes like Chopped Liver, Red Beans/… Read full post »

How did I end up eating too much on an otherwise  quiet Sabbath? Well, I don’t know.  I could blame it on the fact that my kids, over-excited about Purim, were in high gear, arguing about who was going to sit next to Olivia, my being tired, the fact that my/… Read full post »

I feel bad for Michael.  When I came to wake him up this morning he asked me, “Is it time to get up already?”  Apparently he was up working very late last night , and seven a.m. came way too soon. Poor guy.  No sleep, the kids keep stealing his calculator,/… Read full post »

10:30 Thursday night.  My first ever attempt at Falafel making .  I began with canned fava beans despite the fact that Claudia asks you to soak dry beans.   I had some trouble getting dried favas, and I didn’t see what was wrong with using canned. Turns out I figured wrong,/… Read full post »

What does a person like me do when it’s her husband’s birthday?  Invite all of his buddies over and cook two fabulous meals. The very night I decided that  I had a nightmare that our dining room table had so much food on it that it collapsed.  What  do you supposeRead full post »

For the past few hours Michael has been hanging around in the kitchen, chatting cherrily, listening to Brahms, asking me what I’m doing, what’s that for, am I finished yet, how late am I going to be up, all the while I am boiling up hot liquids, moving big pots from… Read full post »

“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.” Who am I to argue with T.S. Eliot, composer of “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”, my favorite poem ever?  But, he obviously has no… Read full post »

I know that I am lucky to have a job, and I shouldn’t complain.  And to be completely fair to the building I work in, I was already completely frustrated when the roof collapsed last Thursday.  My day had actually started the night before with the mysterious disappearance of pages 262/… Read full post »

A Walk in the Park.  That’s how Michael described last week’s salad lineup.  I know he meant that the recipes were really easy, but in this weather (ice, sleet, freezing rain, snow), a walk in the park does not sound so simple.  You could slip, fall, or get hit in the/… Read full post »

This day’s sortie into the “Cold Vegetables, Salads and Appetizers” chapter began with Zaalouk d’Aubergines and Concia Di Zucchine ,  two  easy and delicious dishes which left me ready for the Sabbath with about five minutes to spare.  This highly unusual situat/… Read full post »

I was just looking through The Book of Jewish Food, and I saw that I am on page 262.  The recipes end on page 627.  That means that I am about one third of the way through.  I mentioned this to my kids, and Moshe said, “You’ve got a long way/… Read full post »

“We are all called to do something.  What are you called to do?”  The elf- like chaplain of the psychiatric hospital, Ruth, looked around expectantly at the group of patients.  One was violently shaking both his legs, another was muttering to himself, a third was crying for/… Read full post »

Salade du Shabbat, Salade dOignons, Oignons Caramelises, Salade de Povrons Grilles, Salade de Tomates et Poivrons Grilles.   Or, plowing your way through The Book of Jewish Food all the while, providing high level peace talks between warring factions on the home front:  Batya and Moshe/… Read full post »

Christmas Eve . Day off from work. Nothing Scheduled.  This is what I fantasize about every morning when I get up at six a.m., race to the van with Olivia, cook dinner for the family, talk with my patients, grocery shop, do the laundry and go to bed completely wiped out. Read full post »

“To everything there is a season and a time and purpose under heaven. “


This must be my purpose under heaven at this time:  to make Middle Eastern and Sephardi  salads.  But first, Ajada, which is the Judeo-Spanish way of saying “Garlic Mayonnaise.” Read full post »

Today we say a bittersweet goodbye to the “Pickles, Relishes and Chutneys” chapter.  From here we progress to the Salads Chapter.  It’s been an adventure, from the sublime Coconut Date Chutney, to the resonant Harissa to the unlovely Hilbeh. 


The last two Hilbe… Read full post »

Sanctimommy.  Definition:.  A parent who is overly devoted, micromanaging the lives of their children, from
the food they ingest to the activities they participate in.

Have Michael and I become Sanctimommy and daddy?  Or have we just had the ultimate consumer-parent-caving in experienc/… Read full post »

DECEMBER 10, 2010 12:38PM

Day 81 in which I make Apple Latkes

I thought maybe it was a co-incidence, but for the second time running, I pulled off a pretty complicated recipe without a hitch.  What’s going on?  I’m not used to this. 


The Apple Latkes turned out very well.  Once again I managed not to mess up the frying whi/… Read full post »