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Friday, March 01, 2013

The 19th on the 19th

A Guest Post by Zahava

So. Here we are again. It is hard to believe that yet another year has passed without you as a physical presence in our lives.

I specify physical, because I feel your presence daily as I go about the business of living my life.

One of my favorite adult memories of you is the weekend that David first spent Shabbat with us up in Schenectady. You offered him chocolate cake or cherry pie. His answer made you grin with delight: “Yes, please!” Without missing a beat, you turned to me and said, “This one, you can bring back!”

You – like so many Jewish mothers – were driven by a desire to nourish (both gastronomically and emotionally), and you were beyond delighted when people allowed you to spoil them.

The past few weeks have – from a professional standpoint -- been exceptionally hectic. David was travelling for work,and I was up to my eyeballs in wonderful and challenging projects. Today is the first time in several months that I have had the time to prepare Shabbat for my family (thank G-d David is a good cook, and an even better sport)!

As I began to plan out my menu, it dawned on me that I had subconsciously chosen your favorite recipes for Shabbat. I have long known that I inherited your belief that “love = comfort food.” And so in your honor, tonight, after we usher in the Shabbat Queen and say good-bye to the saddest day of the year, we will enjoy a number of your “go-to” recipes.

We will start with your delicious beef-based tomato cabbage soup, followed up by your sweet and sour meatballs, rice, and broccoli. Tomorrow’s lunch is oven-fried garlic chicken, green salad, and potato salad. And we have a marble pound cake for dessert.

I can’t think of a more appropriate way to honor your memory than spoiling the people I love with the food you taught me to both love and prepare. I just wish I were making it for you. But then again, I guess I am.

I love you Ima... with all my heart.

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What a beautiful tribute. May your memories be of comfort to you always.

Posted by: Stefanie | Mar 1, 2013 3:26:26 PM

all daughters can relate to what it must be like to lose their mother.
until she actually does.
and then she completely understands.
peace to our moms.

Posted by: weese20 | Mar 1, 2013 3:41:06 PM

Beautifully written... and she WAS one of a kind... I feel blessed to have known her.
Hugs being sent across miles to you.

Posted by: val | Mar 1, 2013 4:06:10 PM

Ahhhh, Zahava - you're a member of the club that none of us wants to join. I was inducted twenty-five years ago, just three days before Pesach.

May your Ima's memory be a blessing to you and your family. All I can say is, she Done Good.

SWMBO and I send our love to you and your family.

Posted by: Elisson | Mar 1, 2013 4:14:15 PM

Your menu for Shabbat includes my favorite foods from chidhood.Since the deaths of my Mother and Grandmother,I haven`t been able to enjoy these delicicies in their original, unique form.

Posted by: Ed | Mar 1, 2013 9:38:04 PM

Interestingly enough, I am reading your post on the second yahrzeit of my mother tonight.

When I returned to my home town about twenty years ago, I knew that I would not have my parents around forever, so I treasured the moments I would have with them. Five years and a little more ago my mother had a mini-stroke and suffered from aphasia. I knew toward the end that, even though I would not like my mother to die, I would not want her to suffer.

It's very difficult without my parents or other relatives. My wife often says that when she sees birds, metaphysically it's some of our relatives looking out for us.

Posted by: sheldan | Mar 3, 2013 5:31:11 AM

My mother died just over a year ago and the first Shabbat after the shiva, my cousin came to visit from Netanya with a cake just like my mother used to make......perfect sweet memories.

Posted by: shelley | Mar 3, 2013 7:55:41 AM

A wonderful tribute. May the memories remain fresh forever.

Posted by: Ellis | Mar 5, 2013 2:11:36 PM

Thank you for a good cry. I miss her, too, and I didn't even know her -- but she produced a helluva fine daughter.

Posted by: rutimizrachi | Mar 9, 2013 7:19:31 PM

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