In February 2016, I gave birth to my second daughter, a tiny, beautiful screaming gift from God and my uterus.
And this month I am giving birth to another wonderful new addition to the universe:…my first book, "Modern Jewish Baker: Challah, Babka, Bagels and More." I have received amazing support and praise from my family and friends as this project comes to a head—and right now, everyone in my life is waiting in eager anticipation to celebrate the arrival of the newest Sarna. But the past year has been… >> Read More
A couple of months ago we were seated around a friend’s Shabbat dinner table when my 4-year-old pointed to platter of kugel and asked, “What is that?” I grinned, and laughed at the other…guests’ amusement that my Jewish child did not know what kugel was. To me, it was actually a point of pride. Around ten years ago when I converted to Judaism, I made a promise to myself not to cook “Jewish” food. You see, along with my decision to convert came the decision to keep kosher.… >> Read More
It’s so hot, at least where I live in the Northeast. And to make it worse, we don’t have central AC, so turning on the oven or stove for long periods of time requires serious planning, like the…ability to shower immediately after. I don’t know about you, but while my kids are great eaters, I can’t get them to eat salad for dinner. So on those sweltering days when it’s too dang hot to patchke around in a hot kitchen for too long, these 9 dinner ideas are satisfying, kid-friendly and won’t… >> Read More
I just got another evite to a bridal shower, asking me to write my favorite family recipe on an index card and bring it as a special gift from me to the bride-to-be.
It’s a nice thought, but it…raises a few challenges. 1. I don’t have any index cards. The last time I used them was in the last century, when I was writing research papers and needed to keep track of who said what so quotations could be accurately attributed. The memories are not fond, and I didn’t keep any of those… >> Read More
My mother’s hands are not the hands of a woman who purchased take-out food, or turned a spoon in a cake-mix batter and called it homemade. They are not the hands of a woman who sat twice a month in…a leather seat while someone manicured and polished her nails. They are not the hands of a mother who made neat little braids down the small curves of backs, skin soft and smooth against a child’s narrow neck. No, my mother’s hands are doers, creators, innovators. They are song, music, strength and confidence. My mother’s… >> Read More