I’ll preface this post by acknowledging that I’m not Jewish, so while I’m often mistaken for being a member of the tribe, I did not grow up learning my mom’s tried-and-true latke method or watching her expertly crimp hamantaschen. That said, I live on the Upper West Side of New York City, in close proximity to many institutions like Zabar’s and Barney Greengrass, so I know a thing or two about various so-called Jewish foods and what they’re supposed to taste like. Rugelach. Smoked fish. Challah. Hamantaschen.
