When my family moved from Morocco to America, my mother managed to keep all the old traditions alive through the years. On Rosh Hashanah
There would be a table filled with bowls of Moroccan salads, along with her standout, perfectly seasoned, creamy chicken liver pâté (chopped liver). She would also make a flavorful soup with beef bones and all of the vegetables that make up the simanim.The main course would be couscous, with lamb and chicken, vegetables and stewed fruits, representing happiness and abundance, prosperity and blessing.
I have no idea how she made all this and ran her own business.
Rosh Hashanah meant wearing a new dress to synagogue. My mother would call it Estrenar (in Spanish it means to wear something new.) Growing up, I was always by my mother’s side in the kitchen, learning tricks and tips. She always set a beautiful table and I follow her example, always setting a table with fine linens and cloth napkins, my finest chinaware, my silver and my crystal. Fresh flowers and candelabra with lit candles. I do as my mother did, I take it all out and use it. What should we save it for, if not these occasions!?!
Pour your love into everything you make because your family and guests will taste it with every bite. Food memories are the most special and awaken so much emotion in our hearts.
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