In mid-October I found out—to great excitement—that I was pregnant; a test taken on a hunch, a beautiful fall day. Stuart came home at...

We all have a weird COVID hobby at this point right? I see it all over social media; friends, family and acquaintances baking, crocheting...

Five days before we went into total lock down, I had the pleasure of interviewing Mohammed Sayem of Raleigh's Habibi Grill and Bakery. What a different world. Mohammed and I chatted over small paper cups of cardamon-spiced Turkish coffee, joked about the pandemic we still couldn't fully see coming, and shared a knafeh without a second thought. I left laden with bags of chicken and pita and baba ganoush, having already discussed what I'd try next time, sure I'd be back soon fo

On the first Friday the frozen pizza was a convenience, a concession to ourselves after the exhaustion of preparations. I'd just come...

This was going to be a post about hummus. I'd done some reading on the most ubiquitous ingredient in conversations around Israeli cuisine and nationalism; the chickpea. I selected a hummus recipe from Leah Koenig's Modern Jewish Cooking and left it on the kitchen counter. I intended it to languish there for a few days until I got around to making it and returned home not long after to find it promptly made by my husband Stuart, who has thrown himself further into domestic e

I've been thinking a lot about the space in between observance and practice, ritual and religion. What does it mean to be a "cultural"...