Matzah balls are boiled dumplings used in traditional Jewish matzah ball soup during Passover when unleavened bread is required. Inspired by the German knödel, matzah balls are light and fluffy and served in a broth with vegetables and fresh herbs.
These flourless Italian cookies, which were originally made with almond paste, have evolved significantly over time. When coconut replaced the almond paste, they became world-famous, especially for European Jews at Passover. Today, our family enjoys them both during the Jewish holidays and as a sweet and nutritious treat to have around the house.
Many of us have heard the phrase “intuitive eating” before on social media, in conversation, or, if you’re like me, from a dietitian or other nutrition and/or eating disorder specialist. But what exactly does it mean? Simply put, intuitive eating is an evidence-based approach to eating that encourages making food choices without guilt, honoring hunger cues, respecting fullness, and enjoying the pleasure of eating. It was introduced in 1995 by dietitians Evelyn Tribole and Elyse Resch and in eating disorder treatment is considered the “gold standard” and the ultimate goal in recovery.
Soft and fluffy on the inside and topped with a flavorful garlicky glaze, these little knots pair perfectly with a warm bowl of soup or a fresh salad. The dough reminds us of pizza, making for a fun preparation and familiar bite.
Nobody knows for certain whether the Irish or Native Americans first made this bread, although the readily available and inexpensive ingredients of wheat flour, salt, baking soda, and soured milk popularized it for many. Today, we enjoy it with currants and spread with butter or honey.
This colorful weeknight meal of sliced and sautéed vegetables served over a bed of fluffy rice is so simple and satisfying. An Asian-inspired sauce drizzled over top completes the dish.
Like our pancake recipe, this basic breakfast can be enhanced with a plethora of add-ins and toppings. Our favorites are honey, fresh fruit, and yogurt, and for an occasional sweet treat, inspired by Valbrook Diner on Long Island Nana Elinor used to take us to, we enjoy them with syrup and ice cream.
Julia was only thirteen when she was diagnosed with anorexia, depression, and anxiety: the trifecta of mental illness, as I called it. I spent far too much time trying to figure out how and why it happened; after all, I was the stay-at-home mother by choice and with all that daily love and experience I was giving my children, I should have seen the signs and intervened. But more often than not, parents aren’t to blame for mental illness, as was the case for my wife Susan and me.