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Speaking of Piglet

Save the deli. I lent the book to a waiter who left town and never got it back. This one I’ll send back to David Sax and ask him to sign it for me and make me promise to never lend it out again.

The waiter’s chef had placed a pastrami sandwich on my plate that even mustard would not remedy. I spent my childhood going to Jewish delis in Montreal and NYC, and this was awful so I lent him the book.

OK, I’m a wanna-be sometimes Jew, for pastrami, smoked meat, and latkes, I’ve gone out for a latke breakfast twice in the past month, probably a sin for a lapsed Catholic married to a lapsed Protestant for over a decade. Matzoh balls and chicken soup. No wonder its called penicillin.

Challah turned into bread pudding. Montreal smoked meat on rye with a beer. Ah, that’s life. Since the waiter took my book forever I just ordered another, a used copy. Save The Deli by David Sax will now be part of my reference collection of cookbooks, of which there are a few select tomes by none other than Julia Child, James Beard, Simca Beck, Edna Lewis, Barbara Kafka, just check my cookbook series and see….. Dee

Cookies

Yes, over the holidays I have been roped in to a cookie exchange. I do not bake.

Any ideas? If I have to do this I’d at least try to make it interesting. After much research, as I do not make cookies, I’m looking at both lebkuchen and pecan shortbread cookies.

I remember apple shortbreads were always a hit, also my molasses ginger cookie recipe from decades ago is in one sister’s hand, just short of a scanner to send it back.

Our containers were amazing. All came from our great uncle in Switzerland who sent lebkuchen every year. Pirate treasure chest, traditional Swiss tins, they were used to keep many holiday treats safe from weather and young children.

Those containers held mincemeat tarts, Scandinavians, apple shortbreads of course, date squares, snickerdoodles and many more to go from Thanksgiving to Christmas and beyond.

Butter, sugar, eggs, flour and flavorings. I can do cookies. It’s easier to have an oven that actually works. Holiday cheer! Dee

PS Anyone for latkes?

 

 

Can The Deli Be Saved?

Ask David Sax. He’ll tell you. A gripping read (for me, anyway), Save The Deli is a well-written and informative book about deli in NYC and the US, Canada and Europe.

Ten months ago my husband and I packed up two cars, a dog and left our life in storage to drive across the country to Utah, where there is no deli. Upon reading Mr. Sax’ book I realized I’m hooked on NY Deli! Give me a hot pastrami on rye with a little brown mustard, just one perfect latke, and a couple of pickles and I’m in heaven. Not so much Dr. Brown’s soda, I usually get a Diet Coke (sorry David). Every month in TX I’d go to Katz’ for the above and it was like a little dream come true.

I didn’t grow up on NY deli, but in a very Protestant/Catholic white slice of America, western NY. The interesting part is that Manischewitz was at the end of the small street I grew up on, because I was weaned on Concord grapes. Perhaps that led me to the deli? No. I didn’t taste a pastrami sandwich until after college when I was commuting to NYC for work.

So what started this fascination with foods that had nothing to do with my culture or locale? Smoked meat. My mother was born in Montreal. We went there at least twice a year and as a child I was introduced to Ben’s, in downtown Montreal. It shrank to a shell of its yellow formica and aluminum self many years ago and went by the wayside, sadly. Given the exodus of English-speaking Quebeqois in the 70’s, my Aunt Joan would always have the aroma of smoked meat in her kitchen. After reading this book, I realize since they were in the northern environs of Toronto, it was probably from Pickle Barrel before it got big. It was always a treat and even beat out a Coffee Crisp bar, still my favorite and only “candy.” Luckily I can’t find it in the States!

I have to go to Toronto to eat smoked meat, and didn’t have any on our last visit there three years ago, OR a Coffee Crisp! I was with husband and in-laws on a whirlwind trip through the Northeast. My mother is gone now, Aunt Joan preceded her, and my last remaining Aunt can’t import smoked meat to the US so that’s that. We’ll have to go back.

* * * Oh, Mr. Sax, a year ago we had a family reunion in LA and went to Nate & Al’s for lunch. My husband said it was “nothing special” and a lot like Denny’s. If I can become a deli lover and advocate for its future, is there any hope for a country boy who drove the church bus in NE Texas? More important, is there another place to go in Salt Lake City? Urban Spoon advocates the new Kosher On The Go in Sugar House. Just read about it so will have to check it out next time I’m down the mountain. Better yet, a real deli in Park City??? I may have to arrange a visit to the new Temple Har Shalom to get that info. * * *

If you’ve never had great deli food, try to find a good one around you. Get “Save The Deli” by David Sax. Next time I’m in NYC my brother and I are going to 2nd Ave. Deli. We went to the Stage last time. Yes, we’re leaving my dear husband behind at work or the hotel. No one will call these historical treasures “like Denny’s.” Honey, there’s a hot dog cart on the corner that does not serve Kosher dogs. Drown it in yellow mustard while we eat our corned beef and pastrami sandwiches with BaaTampte or Guldens spicy….