My older daughter is growing up, as those pesky kids tend to do, and over the last six months or so (she just turned 5), she has gotten more particular about her food. Not picky, because she remains…a good eater--but she has strong opinions about what she wants to eat. Which is super fun. Some parents insist on making one dish for dinner and never deviating; other parents make two or three versions of dinner to satisfy everyone (like mine had to do with my very picky brother). Neither of those options… >> Read More
Our sages say, “No flour, no Torah.” And so it is with raising children. No food: no peace. A milkshake and a nap – the secret ingredients to family tranquility. Fill their bellies–like God…did for the wandering Israelites in that harsh desert so long ago–and then, maybe, you can talk and reason and enjoy each other. Bring the food on--regularly, quickly, deliciously. Entice them with things they like to eat, things they look forward to eating, and perhaps then a discussion can ensue. Get the family around the… >> Read More
Maya Jankelowitz should be your taste buds' best friend. She is the co-owner of the popular bistro Jack's Wife Freda in Manhattan, New York with her husband--which is a blend of American and…Mediterranean cuisine with a down to earth atmosphere. Jankelowitz also recently released a book with the restaurant's recipes. What makes this restaurant so different is the fact that it's centered around a Jewish immigrant love story. As their website explains: "Freda & Jack met and married in Johannesburg circa 1930’s. They had a son and daughter and… >> Read More
At dinner a few weeks ago my 3-year-old daughter Penrose was ignoring her food, preferring to ask a million questions about the episode of "Star Trek: The Next Generation" we were watching.
"What is…that Klingon doing? Why is he so angry? What is the blue doctor doing? Is she helping that alien feel better?" "Eat your dinner," I reminded her. "I can't," she said. "I'll get chunky." Her words settled like lead in my gut. I make a point to never talk about body size and shape other… >> Read More
"What's your favorite kind of ice cream, Austin?" the pool instructor asked yesterday in hopes to calm my son down and comfort him during his lesson. Austin was hysterically crying, scared to death…of something. Whether it was the water, separating from me, or just starting something new, it didn't really matter. I chimed in, and said, "Austin, tell him your favorite flavor icee." He smiled, and answered, "Strawberry." My heart broke once again. I knew it probably didn't faze my 3-year-old son that he can't eat ice… >> Read More