Making my Dad’s Salad Missing Him Crazy

Two days before your birthday, I am listening to the Barry sisters – the only Yiddish tapes you always had in your car. The only thing I want to do now is to sit on your lap brushing your grey hair. … Where did my childhood go with you?

Noshing Across the Nation

A couple of days ago I was passing by a Russian store and saw white radishes. I bought one for a salad, not knowing that it would bring me to tears.

You see, my dad עליו השלום, loved it. He made it himself for the last 20 years at least. He would be very happy to add his favorite, gribenes to it, but it was said to be too unhealthy, so he was denied this treat most of the time.

What is it about our ancestral food that makes us so sentimental? This is such an easy salad, just



carrots – 1 or 2


a bit of lemon juice, salt, pepper, oil (whichever there is)

Nothing to it, just shred, mix, and it’s done.

Yet, when I was making it, my adult life sort of flashed in front of me.

My father was a smart, humorous, but also a strict man…

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