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.

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")

Today, in Mama Miche’s Magic Kitchen, we are making breakfast burritos for Mother’s Day Brunch.

Mother’s Day is this coming Sunday and it is a bittersweet day for the motherless daughters with children of their own.

I remember one Mother’s Day after my parents divorced. Immediately after, my Momster and I lived in a one-bedroom apartment for a couple of years and it wasn’t a nice place. It wasn’t a clean building, so keeping critters out was hard.

My grandmother didn’t like us living in those conditions so she helped us move across the street to a new building. She had already moved into a place of her own in the building and offered to help my mom with the rent for our apartment so we could be safer. She wanted us to be in a clean apartment in a building with a doorman. And I had a bedroom all to myself again.

I cooked them Mother’s Day dinner for the first time in that apartment. I was around 10. My grandmother could be a nasty piece of work and she quickly tore apart the menu. She didn’t like this or didn’t like that about the meal. My Momster said she loved it, just like Moms do. My mom was often caught in the middle of disagreements between my grandma and me. I don’t think I ever cooked anything for my grandmother again.