The politically soaked title track from \”Viva la Guantanamera,\” a five-song EP by the Hip Hop Hoodios, is more than a hollow attempt at activism by a crew best known for celebratory Jew-tunes such as \”Havana Nagila\” and \”Ocho Kandelikas.\”
Our favorite memories of the High Holy Days often come from food — especially the food we ate growing up at our family tables. Some of the following recipes have been handed down through the generations, others are borrowed from friends, neighbors, friends of friends. All have stories of origin, and most draw on the Rosh Hashanah tradition of sweetness, in hopes for a sweet New Year. However they got on our tables, they are here to stay for generations to come. Our writers share some of their favorites.
One day, Dinah Berland was browsing in Sam Johnson\’s Book Shop on Venice Boulevard in Mar Vista, and in the Judaica section, tucked between the tomes, she noticed a slim, well-worn volume with a mysteriously blank spine. She picked it up out of curiosity — later she would say it was fate — and she found that the book spoke to the heart of her suffering at the time.
The change was subtle but undeniable. A slightly deeper shade of brown; carrots cut lengthwise rather than sliced; some scattered sprigs of rosemary. Any other day of the year, such a discrete rift in recipe might have gone unnoticed. But this was not any other day of the year — this was Rosh Hashanah.
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