Hello, Beautiful People!

That’s how I greet my students when I walk into a classroom. I teach college. I am now teaching only a couple of courses every semester because last year I retired in order to take care of my father who had started having various infirmities that come with advanced age. To my great sorrow, my father has just passed away, three days before Pesach. I am now in the middle of Shloshim, and I am faced with great gaping emptiness staring at me from every corner. Nowhere to run, nobody to call, nothing to arrange, get, bring, or fix.

I have always found solace in the kitchen. There is a concept in psychology: Food is comfort. For me, it’s not eating it that provides comfort, but cooking, planning, experimenting, even reading about food. My grandmother, who, with her equivalent of 4th grade education, had all the skills of a great educational psychologist, managed to make household chores not a burden for us kids, but rather a reward for good behavior. Helping in the kitchen was a higher reward, and baking – Oh! Baking! – that was the most special prize of all. One had to be extra careful, too, because in Russia, under the communist regime, in a tiny kitchen without running water, my grandmother was vigilant about keeping things kosher. Yes, I am that rarity: a Russian Jewish girl who is what in America is called Frum from Birth. Always hated labels, though, and this one is no exception. But it is from my grandmother that I learned how to be a true Balabuste.

When my grandmother passed away, I felt that emptiness for the first time. However, I was young, making a new  life for myself in a new country, raising a child, keeping busy with a myriad of new and exciting experiences. All of a sudden, it dawned on me that I was the only one who knew most of my grandmother’s recipes, and she was a phenomenal cook. I decided to write them down. I thought I would organize them by holidays, starting, obviously, in the beginning – with Rosh haShana. Nechtiker Tog! As I started writing, I went off on such a distant tangent that not one single actual recipe found its way into a short novel about the post-war life of Odessa Jews. I kept the title My Grandmother’s Recipes, but you shouldn’t be fooled by it.

Now, this was the first Pesach in my life without my father sitting at the Seder with me. My husband and I spent it with our son and his wonderful wife who is an exceptionalBalabuste in her own right and who has rearranged the entire Pesach plan for her extended family in order to accommodate me on a moment’s notice. And trust me, having a bunch of Eineklach around is the best grief therapy! Then I came home, un-foiled the kitchen, and was hit with a new wave: my father’s birthday is on the second day of Shvuos, and ever since my mother, Oleve Sholom, passed away, I’ve always made a special dairy lunch for him, with all his favorite Yom Tov dishes that my grandmother used to make. From what I have seen in my almost 40 years in this country, our Shvuosdike menu is just as different from American Jewish tradition as our menus for all other Yomim Tovim.

So this is my way of celebrating my father’s birthday on Shvuos. I will cook and bake, and take pictures, and post recipes, and try to share with you, beautiful people, some of those delicious white and green and golden creations that had originated in my grandmother’s miniature kosher kitchen. And if I tempt you to try any of them – and most of them are ridiculously easy! – think for a moment of Shimon ben Dov Ber, a beautiful person who was loved and respected by everyone, who was one of the kindest people I have ever met, a true son of his mother, my beloved grandmother.

Advertisements

6 Comments Add yours

  1. Hello Beautiful Person yourself!

    This was such a heartfelt beginning to a blog – and exactly what I was trying to communicate about telling your story in our last few comments.

    I want to stand in your kosher kitchen, give you the warmest of hugs, and watch as you cook. I feel like I’ve been granted a glimpse into your beautiful soul. Thank you.
    xx,
    mgh
    (Madelyn Griffith-Haynie – ADDandSoMuchMore dot com)
    – ADD Coach Training Field founder; ADD Coaching co-founder –
    “It takes a village to transform a world!”

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you so much! You have a standing invitation, any time you visit South Florida.

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Thank you. I have a good friend there, and a brother in Tampa, so it could actually happen. I’ll have to pack my apron!
        xx,
        mgh

        Liked by 1 person

      2. Don’t have to! I have a couple of spare ones, for grandkids; you’ll have your choice.

        Liked by 1 person

      3. Does that mean I’d get to help?
        xx, mgh

        Liked by 1 person

      4. Only if you want to. You can just sit and sip your drink or a cool glass of wine and enjoy yourself while watching me and the cats.

        Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s