I did not realize what a big deal having Thanksgiving on the first day of Chanukah was going to be. Before I even heard the word “Thanksgivukkah,” I was thinking of ways to culinarily combine the two holidays. Little did I know there would be full websites, parties and t-shirts dedicated to this historical event! The most involved and inclusive dish I came up with includes combining foods from each holiday on a stick. In the ultimate homage to the holiday that is Thanksgivukkah, I give you: The Thanksgivukkabob! Read the rest of this entry »
This post was submitted by OOGIAH.
Here at Beyond Bubbie, we had the opportunity to visit Maria Vero through Dorot, an organization that arranges visits to seniors on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. It was wonderful to sit with Maria and chat with her about where she has been and where she is going. Maria was born in Hungary and moved to Paris in 1968. She then emigrated from Paris to New York, where she continued to study the violin, something she had done since she was a little girl. Her husband was a concert pianist and performed in places like Carnegie Hall. This chicken recipe is a staple of Maria’s kitchen. It is something she ate as a little girl and something she continues to eat today. Read the rest of this entry »
This post was submitted by admin.
When I was a puppy, my father often took us to Nathan’s in Brooklyn. Since my grandmother lived so close to Coney Island, this was an ordinary Sunday outing for so many years. I was not then a hot dog eater. How I was able to know about ordering such an unusual chow mein sandwich was probably my mother’s doing. She was an adventurous eater. Frankly, this was everyday fare chez Nathan’s. It might still be. I don’t know…This is what I do know: I have since grown up but my childhood eating memories still have reach. I am a trained chef- so this recipe is filled with fresh tastes and has been re-invented with care. I am calling this Chow Mine because it is the crafted realization of a sandwiched memory. This recipe now performs an amusing thought with honesty. I often make this recipe in miniatures, on homemade buns. While still warm, the filled sandwiches are twisted inside deli paper and passed. They are always a hit at the Bar/Bat Mitzvahs as part of the children’s food. However, adults would often sneak some to their tables as well. This recipe makes a two-handed sandwich all family members will enjoy. All the ingredients are in front of you while cruising in the produce section. The crispy Chinese noodles might already be part of your larder.All in all, this is an inexpensive, amusing, tummy filling, quick recipe. And it’s really good!
This post was submitted by Lauren Stacy Berdy.
Happy Fourth of July everyone! Is there any better way to spend this summer holiday than with a barbecue and fireworks?!? Well, I’ve got a very special burger for your to try this year that combines the two most traditional and delicious items at a barbecue: hot dogs and hamburgers. I love hot dogs and I love burgers but I can never decide which one to eat…so why not combine them and then I can enjoy both in every bite! There’s not much to it. If you have a meat grinder at home, you can grind together ground meat and hot dogs with some salt and pepper. Without a meat grinder, I suggest chopping the hot dogs very small and adding it to ground meat. Either way, this burger actually tastes like a hot dog with the juiciness and texture of a hamburger! I topped my hot dog burger with easy homemade coleslaw, spicy ketchup and quick and crunchy pickled red onions.
Visit Kitchen Tested for more pictures and recipes for coleslaw, spicy ketchup and pickled onions.
This post was submitted by Kitchen Tested.
My husband is about as American as you can get. Until recently, Sergio had spent nearly all his life in the Lone Star State, having grown up outside of Houston, Texas, attended University of Texas as an undergrad and relocated to Houston as an adult. He loves all things sports (particularly the ’Horns), can grill like a pro, and drives a Ford F150.
But what makes him even more American is the fact that he came from somewhere else. Sergio was born to a Spanish mother and Cuban father in Spain. His father had always dreamed of coming to the United States and, so dedicated was he to fulfilling this chosen destiny, that my father-in-law gave up 2 years of his life in a Cuban work camp before he was permitted to leave his country. Shortly after Sergio was born, his father’s papers came in, and off they moved to relocate in a foreign land (and, I imagine, the even more foreign town of Sugar Land). Read the rest of this entry »
This post was submitted by GambasandGrits.
Food memories are a huge part of my life, especially since I spend so much time thinking about food. When I think of my childhood, I think of comfort foods like tuna casserole, meatballs and rice, Wacky Mac, nachos, and homemade overnight potato kugel (thanks Mom). But those are just the memories from my own house. Sometimes I think about the Greek food I ate at my best friend Denah’s house and other times it’s the mouth-watering Thanksgiving stuffing in my Aunty Ellen’s dining room in Seattle. And one of my favorite memories is eating salmon skin sushi in Campbell River, Canada with my dad before our 10 day fishing trip! Well, this recipe post is devoted to another one of my favorite food memories. Read the rest of this entry »
This post was submitted by Kitchen Tested.
My mother gave me this recipe. I don’t know where she got it from, but my husband and kids love it. It’s not necessarily old world and not fancy. But it is delicious. Mom was first generation American, born in 1915 in Passaic, NJ. Bubbe came from Lithuania. Usual story – steerage with two little ones in tow to meet her husband who had come first to America. Bubbe had long gray hair by the time I knew her. Always in a long braid curled on her head. I saw her once with it down – I think it embarrassed her. Mom told me that one of the reasons Bubbe came here was that she disagreed with the tradition of cutting a woman’s hair and wearing a wig. Otherwise, she was strictly Orthodox in her observances. We’d visit on Saturdays at the apartment my mother grew up in, and we couldn’t turn the lights on until the sun had set. If we visited on Sunday, she’d slide a dime across the kitchen table to us, and she’d tell my mother in Yiddish that we should take it to the convenience store down the street to buy a treat. Usually some Hostess snack – it was the ’50′s. I barely ever spoke to her directly as she spoke no English. A quiet, sweet non-conformist who wouldn’t cut her hair just to please her folks. Who knew when I was growing up? I miss both of them. Read the rest of this entry »
This post was submitted by yudicle.