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13th Avenue & 48th Street
Are there any MASH fans out there? I always remember that somewhere in either the opening credits or maybe it was just always in the background, but anyway, there was one of those wooden signposts with signs and arrows painted wit[…]-READ-MORE>
My Happy
Sunday morning: the boys are playing X-Box, (no Hebrew school today as it’s Thanksgiving weekend, so they’re still in pjs and yes, I’m letting their brains go to mush), my daughter is at the kitchen table drawing a picture she’ll […]-READ-MORE>
KitchenAid Confessions
Up until I got married (ok, marriage 2.0, fine), my relationship with my KitchenAid standing mixer may have been one of the more significant and certainly the most satisfying relationships I’ve had as an adult. I know this may sou[…]-READ-MORE>
1948 Lunch Special
Whatever ever happened to the delicious almond cookies that were served in Chinese restaurants at the end of a meal? How I looked forward to this after we ate what was considered the Jewish Chinese meal. We started with Egg Drop s[…]-READ-MORE>
The Shabbat Table
All it takes is one glance: the challah, the candles, and the wine, sitting so majestically on the Friday night table and you know, you just know that it’s Shabbat.
There’s such simple beauty in the age-old symbols of our sacre[…]-READ-MORE>
Celebrate Mom
What better way to celebrate the special women in your life than with a bright and cheerful table such as this? I have been collecting different sets of dishes (some full sets and some bits and pieces like cups, salad plates and c[…]-READ-MORE>
The Gift of Shiva
Sounds like a crazy title, doesn’t it? Until a few weeks ago, I would have been inclined to agree with you, but at the recent Shiva for my husband’s grandfather, I experienced a deeply rich connection to the man I only saw a handf[…]-READ-MORE>
Mom’s Brooklyn Table: 1941 – 1958
Flashback to the years 1948 -1958. Looking back on my childhood, I can’t believe just how much I remember. During these years I was seven to 17, living with my parents. I remember the street we lived on: Schenectady, Avenue, A[…]-READ-MORE>
Simple Settings for Shabbat
Come Friday, no matter what I’m doing (teaching at Boston University, shuffling kids to and from school), the other half of my brain is thinking about Shabbat. In between work and school drop off and pick up, I’m trying to figure […]-READ-MORE>
Family Valentine’s Party
As you probably know by now, it doesn’t take much to put me in a festive mood. I love to celebrate big and small holidays with my children and while Valentine’s Day most definitely isn’t a Jewish holiday, there’s no getting around[…]-READ-MORE>
Organizing Crystal & Glassware
My mother-in-law is one of those whirling dervishes who can organize any disaster you can throw her way. Attic, garage or walk-in closet that you can’t even look at? No problem; she can have the entire thing done in an hour or two[…]-READ-MORE>
Dad’s Farina
Oh how my father loved his Cream of Wheat. To this day, I simply don’t get it. I will never get it. If you’ve read any of my other Baker’s Daughter blogs, you know how much I adored my father (still do), but for the life of me, I'[…]-READ-MORE>
