When Neil and I found out that Rabbi Bouskila would be returning to Los Angeles for the bar mitzvah of close family friends, we knew this was our opportunity to throw a Farewell (until we see you soon) Party. If you’ve read our column over the years, you’ll know that the Sephardic Educational Center is…
When my twin nephews Luca and Nico were little boys, they loved Matbucha. At Friday night dinners, they would chime together “Maman, can we have Moroccan ketchup?” It was so cute and so heartwarming at the same time. Throughout the years, I would make Matbucha the traditional way. The way that my mother and our…
In an era when most marriages were arranged by parents, my grandparents were a romantic match. He was dashingly handsome; she was beautiful with dark, curly hair and ruby-red lips. He was from the bustling city of Baghdad, the son of a doctor; she was from the tiny village of Azair, the daughter of the…
Passover is one of the most cherished dates of the Jewish calendar. It is a celebration of our redemption from slavery in Egypt to freedom in the Promised Land. We are commanded to tell the story of the Exodus to our children. We read the haggadah, we sing, we drink four cups of wine. We point…
