Two weeks ago, Jerry’s daughter Jordana (yes, we each have a daughter named Jordana) gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, Adel Mattel Sara (Mattel was Jerry’s mom’s name). When the … more

Exquisitely simple, yet enormously complex, the egg is one of nature's marvels. Eggs are the backbone of many baked goods. They also provide steam for leavening or moisture for starch. more

As cliché as this sounds...boy have times changed since I was a teenager in the 70s. In those days most of us babysat on Saturday nights. You know, to make money to buy those “frivolous” things that our moms said wasn’t necessary to buy, and if we wanted it, we could pay for it with our own money....I actually find myself saying the same thing to my daughter, but usually end up buying it for her. more

Two things are especially important to my holiday dishes: ease of preparation ahead of time and, of course, appeal to crowds. When time is short — and really when is it not short? — … more

The pandemic has been disastrous for many of our waistlines. Snack food demand increased; fruits and vegetables, not so much. The lockdowns increased food insecurity and countless people, … more

My father loved food with a passion that many reserve for sports, music, or some other endeavor. My dad waxed poetic about fresh sweet corn and good brisket, apple pie in the fall or small-farm, hand … more

It’s tradition! The Jewish holiday of Chanukah means latkes and sufganiyot — lots of them, crisp, hot, and hopefully not too oily — to help celebrate the victory of Judah Maccabee … more

Each year I am struck by the many feelings I have about the meaning of Rosh Hashanah. First and foremost, it is a time of hope. The first words of our Torah reading tell us … more

Thanksgiving could not have been more Normal Rockwell traditional in my childhood home. I woke up to the scent of a turkey already in the oven and came downstairs to find pies and more already baked. … more

It’s late, 2:30 am. This article is going to get to the editor late, and my Braves lost their lead and their do-or-die playoff game late in the game. I hate being late, but when I’m late, I hustle. When I worked in the city, I became so adept at making the train, no matter how late I was, that I was able to leave my house, drive a mile, find a parking spot (no easy feat!), run toward the train and across the tracks while the train was already there. All in four minutes. Of course I couldn’t catch my breath for half the train ride and I had to listen to the conductor admonish me not to run across the tracks while the gates were down (yes, I know he was right). more