This is The Jewish Cookbook and you won’t need any other
When I was a kid, Rosh Hashanah meant big family dinners at my grandparents’ house, or my aunt’s house, or our house, where we’d eat our ancestral soul food: brisket and chopped liver and tzimmes and matzo ball soup, while someone reminisced about Great-Grandma Dora’s gefilte fish and wondered if...
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