The first time I heard the word Aebleskiver Recipe, I thought someone sneezed mid-sentence.
“Bless you.”
“No, I said aebleskiver.”
“…I’m sorry, you said what?”
Fast forward a...
Every year around Passover, my kitchen smells like apples, cinnamon, and chaos.
Not the dramatic kind of chaos. The gentle, familiar kind. The kind where...
