Mama Miche’s Magic Kitchen
Makes Your Kitchen MAGIC!
Welcome to my recipe collection. Here you will find my delicious dishes, both new and old. I will also share my take on some essential kitchen standards. All of these are designed to be simple and prepared quickly (though some recipes can take a long time to actually cook). I hope you enjoy them.
Honey Sweet Chili Chicken `24
This is Mama Miche, and today in My Magic Kitchen: Honey Sweet Chili Chicken
Wait a minute. It's not deja vu. We shared this recipe last year and I say it's worthy of a re-share. It's that good. It's that easy and I hope it becomes a staple on your menu like it is on mine. Perfect for Rosh Hashanah! This recipe is for 4 but it's easy to quadruple for a large gathering.
Miche’s Famous Tata
This is Mama Miche and today in My Magic Kitchen: Miche's Famous Tata
First, get yo' minds out of the gutter! Tata is short for frittata. And for now, my Tata isn't famous yet. But it's yummy, easy to make, and perfect for any meal, but it's especially delicious for Yom Kippur Break Fast. Everything is delicious when you haven't eaten in 25 hours.
Of course, we'll have bagels, lox, and cream cheese with all the accouterments. Whitefish, sometimes there are blintzes, apples, honey, and maybe a round challah if I have the time to bake one or buy it. But it must be a round challah for Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur because it signifies the whole year. In every Jewish holiday meal, food signifies something else that has to do with why we celebrate that holiday.
Honey Sweet Chili Chicken
This is Mama Miche, and today in My Magic Kitchen: Honey sweet chili chicken
The catch-all Jewish New Year greeting for the entire season is “Shanah tovah” (שנה טובה), which means “Good year.” The words “u’metuka” (ומתוקה), and sweet, are sometimes appended to the end.
I tell people, quite honestly, that I'm Jew "ish." My Momster wasn't very religious and did not keep a kosher kitchen. We didn't usually go to High Holy Holiday services when I was growing up. Once in a while, we would go to my orthodox Jewish paternal grandparents' synagogue, which was very austere to me. I sat upstairs with the women, separated from the men, as tradition dictates. (Cue music from "Fiddler on the Roof", "Tradition")