I continue to prepare the recipes that I learned in Mrs. H’s kitchen not only for myself and my family, but also for those Jewish friends whose observation of kosher is relaxed enough for them to consume food prepared in a Muslim kitchen...This isn’t to say that I’m Jewish because I just love Jewish food, any more than the annoying white hipster next door is Thai just because he loves tom yum and spent his gap year in Koh Samui. But it is to say that the flavours of particular recipes have the Proustian capacity to transport me back to a Jewish household where I felt a sense of belonging and safety in an often hostile, though always entrancing, city.
(Note: this piece is part of Liminal’s digital series on TASTE.)