Reposting for the upcoming Rosh-Ha-Shanah.
Every time I pass perfectly flat triangular brisket slabs in a store, my inner Jew wakes up from a deep sleep and starts with the questions. “When are you gonna start cooking like a good Jewish girl?” “Where are the Gefilte Fish and Latkes?” “Why aren’t you making Mandlech for your chicken soup any more, and whatever happened to the Matzo Babka that you used to like so much for Sunday breakfast?” I usually sigh and move on. Who has time to make these things?
Of my entire family, only a few ladies knew how to cook traditional Jewish meals; fewer still did so regularly. Naturally, large family gatherings, weddings, and occasional Jewish holiday celebrations called for some old-school favorites, and the hardworking hostess would be happy to oblige.
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