Friday, April 27, 2012


     Matzah: Bread of Affliction 


“What’s for lunch, mom?” I always used to ask during Passover. My mother often responded, “Well, I can make you matzah pizza.” Every time she said that, I patiently walked into the kitchen to wash my hands to prepare for lunch.  It did not take very long, so I was quickly served my beloved matzah pizza. After the first bite, I would often glance at my mother with a feeling of thanks and happiness. After that, however, I would not look at her again because I was completely immersed in the savory taste of the delightful matzah pizza creation. Passover traditions create so many memories that fill my heart every year. Sometimes, it is my grandfather’s rendition of the Seder (ritual dinner); sometimes it is the beautifully set table with the symbolic foods proudly displayed; sometimes it is just having our entire family all together in one room. But every year one thing always produces memories that highlight the eight days of Passover: matzah. When I think of Passover, I immediately think matzah and the creative ways our family prepares matzah. Unlike any other Jewish food, matzah creates a precious bond in our family during these eight reflective days. Without exception, creative matzah dishes unify our family through tradition, love, and enjoyment.

With matzah at the heart of the Passover tradition, one must know why Jews eat matzah during Passover.  According to the Oxford English Dictionary, matzo (an alternative spelling) is a crisp biscuit or wafer of unleavened bread that is traditionally eaten by Jews during Passover (OED). In the book of Exodus, the Jews were slaves in Egypt under the rule of King Pharaoh and had to flee the land. The Passover Haggadah, the contemporary book used to retell the story of Passover each year, tells us “We were slaves to Pharaoh in Egypt, and the Lord our God took us out from there with a strong hand and with an outstretched arm. If the Holy One, blessed be He, had not taken our fathers out of Egypt, then we, our children, and our children’s children would have remained enslaved to Pharaoh in Egypt” (Alpern 1). Embarking on their journey out of Egypt, the Jews left in such haste that they did not have time to wait for their bread to rise. Therefore, their bread remained unleavened as they wandered the desert in search of the Promised Land. Today we call this unleavened bread matzah, and the significance that matzah brings to our family commemorates the Jews’ exodus from Egypt.

Many Passover traditions in our family bring back fond childhood memories for me. Passover begins on the fifteenth day of the Hebrew month of Nisan and lasts for eight days. Our holiday begins with the retelling of the Passover story at a festive meal called the Seder (In Hebrew, Seder means order). At the beginning of the Seder, my grandfather would break a piece of matzah to set aside for the conclusion of the Seder. At a point in the middle of the Seder, he would hide this piece of matzah, which is called the afikoman (In Hebrew, afikoman means dessert), for all of the kids to later search for. Then in his Brooklyn accent he would announce, “Whoever finds the afikoman gets five dollars and the right to eat the matzah.” All of my cousins and I would get excited when the five dollars was revealed. We would all look for the afikoman as if the world depended on it. Pillows were thrown and pieces of furniture were moved just to find this afikoman. As children, we bonded during the search for the afikoman. It was just a piece of matzah, but it meant so much to my cousins and me that we put our heart and soul into winning the rights to this special matzah. It is the power and importance of matzah that has brought us together in times of joy.

Matzah is basic to the celebration of Passover. For eight days, we do not eat leavened bread as we remember the Jewish plight from slavery to freedom. On the first night of Passover, matzah unites our family in celebration. But following this night, the absence of bread becomes challenging, which requires family creativity with matzah dishes. At this point, my brothers and I often start to complain about foods we are craving that we cannot eat during Passover. We all usually agree that Passover is very difficult to keep and try to find loopholes. The complaining itself acts like a tradition in our family. It is inevitable that the bickering will happen regardless of how stringent the rules of Passover are. All bread products are cleared from the house to ensure that we abstain from eating bread. Therefore, the house is filled with matzah as our main food source for the week. While matzah is not the only thing we can eat for eight days, it has become inextricably linked with Passover. Even though our family would have a meat dish such as brisket or chicken to compliment the matzah dishes, we continued to complain about matzah and what we could not eat during Passover. We know that we will probably enjoy most of the creative matzah dishes, but that does not stop the complaints about keeping Passover. Sometimes, we do not even know that we are bonding over our displeasure, but these rants about Passover food have created a special relationship between my brothers and me. When we realize that we must accept matzah as our main food source for eight days, eating kosher for Passover becomes easier. Just the thought of matzah brings our family together during this symbolic holiday.

Typical breakfast foods are prohibited during Passover. Staples such as waffles, pancakes, and cereals are not kosher for Passover. So we figure, why not look to matzah? There is a dish called matzah brei that our whole family eats for breakfast during these eight days. To make matzah brei, my mother would “take the matzah, soften it with water and mix it with eggs. Then I would fry it in a pan” (Mintz). My two brothers and I would all enjoy the matzah brei at the breakfast table. Knowing that many foods were off limits, this matzah dish brought stability to the house during breakfast time. The unification brought to the Mintz family during Passover begins early in the day with a healthy dose of matzah brei.

While matzah would easily unify our family at breakfast, lunch was more difficult. Since I was in school at lunchtime, my mother had to make me something kosher for Passover. Usually, it was a matzah peanut butter and jelly sandwich that ended up in my lunch bag. As I saw most of my friends with their Wonder bread turkey or bologna sandwiches for lunch, I felt comfortable with my matzah peanut butter and jelly. Everybody would give me a peculiar look at my cardboard-looking sandwich, but I came to expect it. The importance of Passover was often magnified through these experiences because “our consumption of…matzo…is designed to create a bond between us and our ancestors” (Soltes 34). The bond I kindled with matzah during lunch was special because I knew that I was respecting my religion, my family, and my ancestors by avoiding leavened bread. The consumption of matzah at lunchtime during Passover often turned into a humbling experience.

Even though eating matzah peanut butter and jelly with my school friends was a bit alienating, eating matzah pizza with my family has always been an uplifting and symbolic experience. As my mother told me, “you and your brothers loved matzah pizza” (Mintz). The creation was concocted like this: The matzah goes on the bottom and serves as the bread-like dough for the pizza; my mother would take marinara sauce and spread it all over the matzah; then she would sprinkle shredded mozzarella cheese and grated parmesan cheese over the marinara sauce, and put the matzah pizza in the toaster until the cheese melted. There was great exhilaration in biting into a hot, cheesy matzah pizza. This has been the Mintz family’s signature matzah dish during Passover. Of all the known dishes involving matzah, my mother’s matzah pizza became the household favorite. Matzah pizza is a dish that is fitting for almost any time of the day. Often times when I was going to an activity or event during these eight days, my mother would make me matzah pizza to satisfy my hunger. Matzah pizza, an individual-sized snack, often became afternoon fare. A kinship with my ancestors was created when matzah pizza was on the table because of its simplicity, taste, and sentimentality. The simplicity and taste always satisfied our palette and the sentimentality grew through our family’s strong relationship with matzah pizza. The direct bond with this dish has created memories that will last a lifetime not just for me, but also for my entire family.

Although my mother’s matzah pizza is the family favorite, her matzah lasagna comes in a close second. Contrary to matzah pizza, matzah lasagna is a dish that serves the entire family. The idea is quite similar to traditional lasagna, but we cannot use noodles because it is a leavened product. Therefore, we substitute noodles with slightly dampened matzah, which becomes soft and pliable. When done properly, Passover lasagna tastes just as delicious as mouthwatering Italian lasagna. This dish symbolizes our love for each other because traditional lasagna is a favorite dish that we enjoy together throughout the year. Since matzah lasagna is a larger dish compared to most other matzah dishes, we celebrate and honor our ancestors as a family through the substitution of matzah. Even though matzah pizza trumps all other matzah dishes, matzah lasagna is a fantastic dinner entree.

The celebration of Passover and importance of matzah has been a Jewish tradition for many generations. My parents have created wonderful memories and bonding experiences in my hometown of Los Angeles, as well as in Houston, where my grandparents reside. Every year when we celebrate Passover, no matter which city we are in, matzah is at the center of attention. When we celebrate Passover and reflect on memories from prior years, “we celebrate around the [Passover] table eating” (Mintz). We do not take that notion lightly in the Mintz family because foods such as matzah have helped define our family through familial camaraderie. Even though matzah is only prominent in our family for eight days of the year, matzah helps us cherish the food traditions we have created revolving around Passover. The joy and love I have for Passover always flows back to the role in which matzah played at our family celebrations.

The replacement of bread with matzah forces us to expand ourselves beyond our comfort zone. Even though the creative matzah dishes stretch the idea of honoring our previously suffering ancestors in Egypt, matzah has allowed me to experience food in a different way during these eight days. The Jews from Exodus did not have foods such as marinara sauce, cheese, and eggs. They only had the bare essentials for many years on their treacherous journey out of Egypt. However, it is through the matzah experience that I feel the connection with my Jewish heritage. During Passover, I experience spiritual growth and become more creative to cope with the limitations of eating unleavened bread. I intend to continue passing on these Passover traditions to the next generation. I will expect to hear the same complaints from my children, but I hope deep down in their hearts that they will come to appreciate the true meaning of Passover. I want my children to embrace matzah with affection and respect. Matzah is one of the many symbols of Passover, but it is of most importance to me because it generates feelings of thanks, appreciation, and pride in my family.


Recipes:
Matzah Pizza

1-2 pieces of matzah
2-3 tablespoons tomato sauce
3 tablespoons mozzarella cheese
3 tablespoons parmesan cheese

Preheat oven to 375 degrees.  Line a baking sheet with foil; spray non-stick spray.  Place matzo on foil and spread with tomato sauce.  Sprinkle both cheeses on top of sauce.  Bake for 10 minutes or until cheese melts.


Passover Lasagna

6 pieces of matzah
1 jar spaghetti/pasta sauce
16 oz. cottage cheese
12-16 oz. grated mozzarella cheese
Garlic powder, basil and oregano to taste
2 large eggs
1 cup skim milk
Grated parmesan cheese

Lightly spray a 9X13 pan.  Wet matzah lightly with water and fit matzah on bottom of pan.  Cover matzah with ½ of the spaghetti/pasta sauce.  Layer ½ of the cottage cheese on top – season to taste with garlic powder, basil and oregano.  Place ½ of mozzarella cheese on top.  Repeat layers.  Beat eggs and milk – pour over all and sprinkle top with parmesan cheese. 

Cover with foil.  Bake at 375 degrees for about ½ hour until bubbly and custard forms.  Uncover for last 10 minutes.  Remove from oven and let sit 10 minutes before cutting.


Matzah Brei

1 piece of matzah
1 egg

Break matzah into a large bowl and pour hot water over it.  After a few minutes, pour water off.  Squeeze out as much water as possible and add egg and mix.

Melt a little butter or margarine in a frying pan and add mixture.  Stir while the eggs are cooking as you would for scrambled eggs.  Cook until done.

Matzah lasagna







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Works Cited Page

Alpern, Laura Manischewitz. Manischewitz: The Matzo Family – The Making of an                    American Icon. Jersey City: KTAV Publishing House, Inc., 2008. Print.

“Matzo.” Oxford English Dictionary. N.p., N.d. Web 12 April 2012

Mintz, Janet. Personal Interview. 7 April 2012

Soltes, Ori Z. “The Art of Jewish Food.” Food & Judaism. Leonard J. Greenspoon, Ronald A. Simpkins, and Gerald Shapiro. Omaha: Creighton University Press, 2005. 27-65. Print.








Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Creative Matzah


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As a prelude to my final research paper, I would like to share a few tasty thoughts involving matzah. Before I dive my favorite matzah dish, let me briefly tell you about matzah. Every year during Passover, Jewish communities, families, and friends from around the world retell the story of the Jews in Exodus who tried to flee Egypt. The Jews from Exodus needed food, but they could not wait for their bread to rise. Therefore, they ate the bread unleavened. Today, we call this unleavened bread matzah, and for eight days, we eat matzah to remember what it was like for the Jews during Exodus.

Fortunately, many more food accessories are available today that makes eating matzah very enjoyable. In my family, we often get creative and make matzah dishes. While I love numerous matzah dishes, matzah pizza is by far my favorite matzah dish. All you need is a piece of matzah (maybe two or three pieces if you want more), spaghetti sauce, and cheese. That's it! Just spread the spaghetti sauce onto the matzah and sprinkle cheese over the sauce. Then put the matzah into the oven for 10-15 minutes at 375 degrees Fahrenheit. Once the cheese has melted, carefully remove the matzah pizza from the oven and let it sit for a couple of minutes for it to cool down. Now that the cooking is complete, the best part awaits.

When the matzah pizza correctly, that first bite makes me feel like I am in Heaven. It is just amazing. The combination of spaghetti sauce and sprinkled cheddar cheese is golden. The cheesy taste, and I love cheese by the way, mixed with a zesty spaghetti sauce brings me into another world during my meal. Sometimes, I even zone other people out because the matzah pizza is just that good. I can't even describe that feeling. It's priceless! After the last bite of one matzah pizza, I usually have another one already prepared. One never seems to satisfy me, so I always prepare two at a time. During Passover, the dish is a daily meal with very little exceptions. Without matzah pizza, I probably could not survive Passover.

Today, I am glad that we can be creative with matzah because eating matzah plain for eight days would be very monotonous. However, every time I eat matzah, plain or mixed with other foods, I think about the Jewish people who tried to flee Egypt during Exodus and the struggles they must have endured with only unleavened bread for much longer than a mere eight days. The pain the Jews went through makes me thankful for many things that I have today and continues to remind me how symbols such as matzah continue to define us as Jews.


Sunday, April 1, 2012

Classic Authentic Mexican Burrito


                                                        Picture Courtesy of: fatlace.com

When I went back home to Los Angeles for spring break about three weeks ago, I was looking forward to eating some great Los Angeles food for the first time since January. In Los Angeles, Mexican food is hard to pass up, and I sure did not want to pass up great Mexican food that I had not had for a long time. When I decided to call up three high school friends to eat dinner, we all agreed that Las Fuentes, a cheap Mexican restaurant close by, would satisfy all of us the most.

At Las Fuentes, I always get a chicken burrito topped with this spicy sauce (the orange stuff that surrounds the burrito pictured above) that gives the burrito some extra flavor. The burrito is pretty standard: chicken, jack cheese, beans, and rice. Most people seem to like much more in their burrito, but I am definitely not one of those people. The burrito is big enough with those four ingredients that any extra items would make it too loaded and less enjoyable. After waiting longer than usual for my burrito, I finally receive my food and take the first bite rather slowly. The first bite was an amazing feeling that I had not felt for a long, long time. The spice of the sauce combined with the mushed chicken had some crazy flavor in it that night. Maybe the long wait was actually justifiable, which is rare for me to say. I do not know what it was, but there was something in the air that made this Mexican burrito much better than many previous burritos I had consumed. Maybe it was the fact that I had not had a quality burrito in what seemed like eons. Maybe it was the sauce. Maybe it was just really that good that night. I don't know, but I won't speculate any longer because it sure satisfied me.

Without that burrito, my break probably would have been incomplete. The flavor of the burrito, the atmosphere of the Mexican restaurant, and the simple camaraderie put together made this food experience one I hope to cherish for a long time. Mexican food in Los Angeles, and in many places close to the Mexico border, is hard to pass up. Unfortunately, Atlanta does not have the quality of Mexican food of that in Los Angeles. Therefore, I took advantage of my time home to ravage on some Mexican food. And this restaurant gave me the best Mexican food during my short week at home. Thank Las Fuentes for giving me a Mexican food experience that I thoroughly enjoyed.


Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Bones: A Steak and Experience I Will Long Remember


                                             Picture Courtesy of: cynicalcook.com

Although I usually want to reserve this blog for ethnic food choices, I could not pass up the chance to write about my wonderful experience at Bones, one of Atlanta's best steakhouses. Everything about my meal this last Saturday night was unforgettable.

Right when my grandparents and I walked into the restaurant, we told the host that we had a reservation for three under Janet Mintz. Then, the host told us a funny story. He said that someone by the name of Jeff Mintz also had a party of three waiting for a table. Jeff Mintz is my father's name, and we tried to find connections. Although there were no connections assembled between the two, I knew that this meal was going to be something special. And we had not even been seated yet.

After that coincidental ordeal, we were seated downstairs where the noise level was perfect. It wasn't too quiet that we could here a pin drop. But it was not too loud either where one could not here the person sitting right across from them either. It was obvious that Bones wanted this to be a world class experience. After a couple of minutes, the waiter brought out the wine list, but the wines were listed on an iPad. I thought that was so fascinating and indicative of our world today. Bones figured that their customers should not expect anything less.

But what I originally came to Bones for was the food. I ordered myself a flavorful, hot french onion soup as a starter. I usually do not have french onion soup, but great steakhouses often have great french onion soup for some reason. This steakhouse was no exception to that observation. After I finished my soup, I waited for my medium-cooked 12 ounce filet mignon. I was stunned with how tender this filet was. It may have been the most tender steak I have ever tasted, and I have been to many great steakhouses. I capped off my wonderful experience with a delicate-looking pecan pie that was also very good.

Overall, the food would have been enough to make this a great experience, but the coincidental occurrence of meeting another Jeff Mintz signaled great things to come. A Jeff Mintz, whether it is my father or if it just another guy with that name, would definitely recommend Bones to any steak lover in the world.