I’d like to think of myself as being a modern, evolving, and accepting human being, one that is open to change, considers other’s ideas and suggestions, and constantly alters set patterns of behavior in hopes of achieving self-growth and a new perspective. However, there are some things I just don’t mess with. Take Thanksgiving dinner, for instance. I know, I know, it’s a wild and changing world out there—many others are achieving growth by glazing their birds with exotic fruit juices, smoking them in the backyard in big old garbage pails or even taking the plunge and tossing their ode to our country’s heritage in frightfully deep vats of boiling oil. They all make for delicious meals, I am sure. You just won’t find them in my home.Call me a foodie hypocrite, a culinary closet conservative, …Read on

If it weren’t for all my goy friends asking me what I am doing for the Jewish New Year, I may have forgotten it (hence you are getting Thursday Cooks on Tuesday). Not to say I am not much of a Jew, that is really up for discussion. Sure, I can’t recite a prayer if my life depended on it, but, as we progressive folk know, there is more to being Jewish that knowing the Talmud (I hope). My goy friends would chime in to support me here when I say eating is an equally important practice in the life of a Jew. They can attest to the religiousness with which I stir my matzo ball soup or spike my dark chocolate Passover cake with extra rum. They have enjoyed my Jewish culinary moments and …Read on