OZ Food Stories
I was a picky eater. I was a picky eater in the ’80s & ’90s. I was a picky eater in the ’80s & ’90s in Russia. This means my parents had to be extra creative in making sure I was nourished. Literally, not figuratively. As a result, every dish I cook or eat has a story. After a while, I started collecting those stories, memories, and fun kitchen hacks. Every bite I take reminds me of my Soviet and early post-Soviet springing, of my Jewish grandparents, my year in Kentucky, and my studies in Israel. Every trip, encounter, and visit brings a new flavor to my kitchen. A new spice. A new tool. A new story.
In Yiddish, they call them “Bubbe meises” — the English equivalent of “old wife’s” tales. So here I present you with “Kitchen Meises”, my collection of stories, recipes, and memories that have been bubbling up in my head for a while!