Rosh Hashanah by our grannies

Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, is approaching. This year, we’re coming into the holiday in a state of emotional disarray — not at all the way we’d hoped to. You may feel something similar.

So this time, we’re not just putting together a collection of recipes, we’re making the most hopecooking collection ever, to nourish our hope for better days.

And we decided to turn to our grandmothers. Even if they’re no longer with us, they would understand us like no one else. They too lived through strange times — and still, they went into the kitchen: poor, makeshift, rich, their own or borrowed, and started chopping apples and stirring honey.

We remembered our grandmothers, our friends’ grandmothers, and our readers’ grandmothers. Some of their recipes matched, others surprised us. So today, we offer you a grandmother’s table: cosy, warm, steady, and full of hope and the quiet confidence that we will get through this.

The best way to keep your roof from flying off?

Here are recipes from grandmothers in Morocco, Poland (she later moved to Israel), America, and England.

Shana Tova!