The Apple Cake (?)

There’s one thing my mom bakes often: her apple cake. Every Jewish holiday is marked with the smell of cinnamon and sugar folding in on each other and seeping over the top of the baking dish, under doors and through vents. She always makes two: one for whatever company we’re having and one for the […]

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Checking In From Self Isolation

It’s been a little over a week now that I’ve been tracing the pattern in the floorboards from kitchen to bedroom. Sans a whole of 30 minutes in the outdoors, I’ve seen nothing but familiar walls. My neighbors, on the other hand, threw an impromptu bonfire about halfway through. Five or six gathered round a […]

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This Is A Titular Post

I don’t know how you got here, the events that lead you to my doorstep. I don’t care all that much, just happy to have you. Whether you’re new to the neighborhood or already having your mail forwarded, it’s probably become clear to you that this site is not about breakfast. In fact, there’s only […]

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Helene’s Iced Coffee

The public held a vote and decided that despite my lack of ability to do pretty much anything for myself, I’m all grown. It really came as a shock, but now I’m in the aftermath and have been trying to manufacture a life. I started with a to do list that had but two items […]

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Welcome To My Table

Is it at all important to know that I am not a chef? I’ve never been so much as a server, unless you count delivering cold lunches to tables of toddlers at day camp—I don’t. If your judgment of someone capable of writing about food is seeded in that person having delusions of grandeur about […]

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