I've heard tell of supermarkets on the road where not even the orange juice and bottled water is kosher, where the tiny Ks and Us and Hebrew letters we search for in our secret codes are absent, where even the potato chips and white-bread loaves are baked with lard.
Food, you are sublime, terrifying, and filled with struggle. I love you, but why must you cause such guilt and fear?
It's not until way into the night, when the summer sun is completely gone and the sky has finally settled into blackness, that Zvi's dad emerges from the storeroom.
If kugel could talk, it might say Shema.
So often, the world is far from bounteous, but, when I changed my behavior, I felt something beautiful.
I am right about this, but tell me how you'd rank these Asheknazi Jewish foods, from best to worst.
Every inch of the store serves him with a different memory.
This world's logistics overwhelm me. Appointments, lunch dates: aaaah! But usually, I get by. Me being me, it all feels kind of mystical.
And you know that the secret ingredient is the refinement of your soul found in the knowing that all of this won’t last.
Chillent sounds like they can be the coolest chassidishe wedding band in the land or open a jamband festival featuring the likes of Phish, Gov’t Mule, and Blues Traveler.