Sharing Our Stories Through Food: Hungarian Fushiert

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The first thing I learned how to make in my mother's Hungarian Jewish kitchen was Fushiert - also spelled "fasírt." It's a staple in our household, and something that brings me great pleasure in sharing with as many people as I can. In fact, it was one of the first things I made for my now-husband and I'm pretty sure these small meatballs are the reason he proposed.

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Sharing our stories through food: Papa Barry’s Working Lunch

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Papa Barry’s Working Lunch Deli Style Turkey Pastrami on Marble Rye with a Shirley Temple In memory of my Papa Barry (Baruch ben Helen), may his neshama have an aliyah. You may have tried these recipes before but I promise you the combination of these two recipes takes deli dining to a whole new level when you want to make lunch a little fancier! 

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Strike One!

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A little boy was overheard talking to himself as he strutted through the backyard, wearing his baseball cap and toting a ball and bat. "I'm the greatest hitter in the world," he announced. Then, he tossed the ball into the air, swung at it, and missed. "Strike One!" he yelled.

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Sharing Our Stories Through Food: Challah

As a young child, I was unaware that I was Jewish.  I was introduced to Judaism in 5th grade and was completely enamored.  Since my family  was entirely unaffiliated and knew nothing about Judaic observance, I was completely thrilled to find out that the family challah recipe was passed down to my aunt.  She then shared the "secret" recipe. 

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The Dryer by Samantha Clague

It was one of those days when the typical morning routine suddenly wasn't typical.  It began with a leaky ceiling that led to a broken garbage disposal and cupboard full of water.  As the day progressed it was fraught with lost gloves, windshield wipers that had seen better days, an unexpectedly broken rear view mirror and finally the clothes dryer making a "klunking noise."  Exasperated I said a quick prayer for patience and strength and then felt a little sheepish for asking for the mundane when certainly Hashem was busy with bigger and better things.  I took a deep breath, tried to  find my center, and then recalled a beautiful idea.

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