My mother was a first-class baker, and there were always homemade goodies for dessert at our house. So when I went away to college and needed a nosh to remind me of home, I went to a nearby bakery … more

At the top of my summer list of small pleasures is discovering farmers markets. Popping up at roadsides all across the country, baskets of produce brim with color … more

The majesty of afternoon tea. No need to shell out megabucks in a fancy hotel for this refined pastime. Tea time is one of the simplest ways to entertain. It can be casual or swanky, and the guest … more

A few weeks ago, while driving my husband Jerry to the Valley Stream Station (after he managed to saunter and putter around, thereby missing the Woodmere train), I found myself stuck at a light at the intersection of Mill Road and Sunrise Highway. more

In many homes, there is a tradition to bake Chanukah cookies this time of year. Whether it’s the sugar and butter mixing in the mixer, the blue and white sprinkles, or the festive menorah … more

After the feasting that is so much a part of a joyous Rosh Hashana, I almost welcome Yom Kippur as a day to NOT focus on food and to let my system have a very long rest. The problem with … more

Chanukah is almost here with all its fun and tradition and joy and deliciousness. I love Chanukah. I love the lights and the gifts and the candy gelt and the latkes. Ahhh, the latkes. What is better … more

When it comes to Passover desserts, there is no shortage of recipes and ideas. Ever since balaboostas began to create desserts other than sponge cake, macaroons, and stewed prunes, the world of … more

At some point over lunch on Shabbat, the story of my husband Jerry’s first car accident came up. My sister-in-law, Shirley, while trying to catch her breath, because she was laughing so hard, turned to me and said “this is you’re article for next week’s paper.” And so it is.... more

Last month, my daughter’s car lease was up. So we began researching cars that were safe, reasonably priced and of course “cool.” In my days, we drove whatever car was available. In 1980, I was thrilled to get the 1970 Bonneville that belonged to my uncle Morris, a”h. That car was the size of a small yacht. I think it had more room inside than some Manhattan apartments. It got me to where I had to go and I was thankful for it. more