By Phyllis Stein-Novack
All of my life, I’ve been a nice Jewish girl. I was one of those crazy kids who loved Hebrew school and attended Saturday morning services. The beautiful, ancient, liturgical music transported me to a higher place. At one time, I wanted to be a cantor.
By Phyllis Stein-Novack
George and Ira Gershwin wrote a catchy ditty called “I Love a Piano.” I especially enjoy the song when crooned by Michael Feinstein, who worked with Ira Gershwin toward the end of his rich long life, as he tinkles the ivories.
By Phyllis Stein-Novack
There are few fruits more luscious than a ripe and juicy summer peach. I always have a napkin handy when I bite into one and the sweet juice dribbles down my chin.
By Phyllis Stein-Novack
Corn and tomatoes form the basis for dinner at our home during the summer months. Sometimes I just slice a juicy, red, ripe Jersey or Lancaster County tomato and sprinkle it with kosher salt.
I always keep a reporter’s notebook in my handbag. If I happen upon a new restaurant, I whip out my journal and write down the particulars.
The brown-bag lunch is the perfect solution when our stomach clocks go off between noon and 1 p.m., especially in tough economic times.
