Every year I have to face it: Since we don’t eat any chametz for the eight days of Passover, excursions with the kids over Passover break are a challenge. The usual purveyors of sustenance along…the way are off limits. There’s no lunching at the Corner Bakery while visiting the Field Museum, no picking up snacks at concession stands. Even stopping at Starbucks becomes an exercise in resisting the temptations of the pastry vitrine. Instead, over Passover, a successful outing means taking our own food along, but it also means… >> Read More
Passover is just around the corner and we’ve been invited to multiple Seders. Now we just need to decide which one we want to go to. This is usually determined by an intricate look at the…interpersonal politics of where we were during Rosh Hashanah, who’s attending which Seder, and—my personal favorite—an in-depth analysis of who makes the better gefilte fish. Sometime in the early years after I finished university, I was invited to Passover Seder at my aunt’s house. Innocently, I asked if I should bring something. Dessert, parve. No… >> Read More
Of all the Jewish holidays, Passover was the one my mother really owned. It gave her the perfect excuse to commit entirely to two of her most beloved occupations: cooking elaborate dishes and…listening to Beethoven, preferably simultaneously and definitely the violin concerto. In my memory she cooked for two weeks in advance of the seders, for over 20 guests on each of the two nights. While my grandmother set me and my sisters to work polishing the silver and the cleaning lady labored mightily, heaving the vacuum… >> Read More
In many ways, I’m the last person who should be writing an article about cooking for Passover. My family went on a Passover cruise the year I turned 12, and after experiencing what it was like to…opt out of cleaning and cooking, my parents never looked back. So I’ve never really cooked for Passover. Don’t hate me for that, though, because I cook Passover food every day. My husband and I adhere to a Paleo diet, which means that we don’t eat any grains, legumes, soy, dairy or refined sugar. We… >> Read More
This Passover, I’m in charge of the brisket.
In our family, briskets are served steaming with a large measure of pride and a pinch of vanity.
In my house growing up, holidays meant eating in…the dining room on the large chairs with rose velvet cushions, and using our fancy china with tiny pink flowers. And despite the fact that my father always bought my mother a gigantic bouquet of flowers on the eve of a holiday, the brisket was the real centerpiece of our dining room table. >> Read More