“He was just a man with calloused hands, shaping falafel balls, and making a parnassah”Read the latest installment
He was just a man with calloused hands, shaping falafel balls, and making a parnassah
How did she get such remarkable blueberries, each one perfect?
It became our place to get away from Brooklyn on summer Sundays and the occasional weeknight
Only if I look strange, American girl that I am, coming for stuffed peppers and “blintches” and mashed…
Because for us time stopped in March, right after Purim, and it hasn’t passed by so much as…
Mrs. Drukatz’s pudding was not mere pudding; it held a story
At first, I pitied his abnormal childhood. I couldn’t help comparing his memories to my own
Or maybe it was something else, something less about technique and more about mindset
