I remember the moment well. I had just picked up my 75-year-old mother at LAX, and as we entered my new house in the Pico-Robertson neighborhood, I proudly showed her the new kitchen. Compared to her ...
A few weeks ago, I spent Shabbat evening at David Suissa’s house. His mother, Suzanne, who was visiting from Montreal, cooked. At the end of the perfect Moroccan-Jewish festive dinner came a plate of ...