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Poppy!

I was grocery shopping at Fairway the other day, suddenly a product caught my eye: lekvar. I couldn’t believe it. I haven’t seen that Hungarian prune spread in years. It reminds my of my Hungarian grandmother. Late summer, from those chartreuse fleshed and purple skinned oval plums, she had them sweetly simmering. She would jar pots of the sticky sweet spread. To me, it was vintage Hungarian. Oftentimes, there was purchased lekvar, but always, always a jar of lekvar in the fridge. New York is just so heimish, I was thinking to myself. Then I realized: “Oh, right, it’s almost Purim!” So yeah, I guess New York is heimish. It’s hamantaschen season. The time of year for those delectable Purim pastries wrapping jewel toned jellies […]
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Tehilla Goldberg

IJN columnist | View from Central Park


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