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For Posterity: My Mother’s Hungarian Fruit Soup
Hungarian Fruit Soup When I was growing up,(even when I was a young adult—which I’m not anymore. What is 52, an old adult, a young senior?) I thought I’d never make Hungarian fruit soup. It was part...
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Soup of my Dreams
Wish I had a scratch and sniff card! Back when I was a kid and I wanted to know what we were having for dinner, my mother’s response would often be “chaloimes mit lukshen” (literally noodles with...
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Existential Lentil Soup
Is this worth a birthright? It wasn’t until I read this week’s Torah reading that I finally figured out what the lentil soup incident was all about. Call me dense, but although I’d first heard the...
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Here’s another wierd one for Pesach: Intagashlinganah Borsht
My mother always served Intagashlinganah Borsht at lunch on the second day of Pesach but I never knew why. It certainly wasn’t to please me. I mean which kid, especially a non Russian one likes borsht?...
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