Initially, I set out to write this piece, after a year into the pandemic, about my grandmother’s orange cake. I never finished it, haven’t even opened the site until today, when I checked the date on this draft: February 2021. In a matter of weeks my entire life would change but how was I to […]
How are we holding up? Some days I wake up feeling normal and then I remember that the proverbial storm is still in flux, and not quite proverbial. Nothing is normal, but the world still has to go on as if it is. I haven’t put on real clothing in almost two months. I’ve been […]
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 […]
On Fridays, for Shabbat, Ima baked Kokosh, a Hungarian rolled dough cake that melts in your mouth as the chocolate bursts through the buttery dough. You could smell the melting cocoa and sugar as far as the recreation center at the end of our Canarsi neighborhood. Neighbors would stop on the sidewalk and take it […]
BREAKFAST with MYSELF 