Detroit isn’t an easy city to love. It’s a Dickens of a town, the best of times and the worst of places. But there’s a feistiness in its residents that keeps Motor City rolling even as the street lights flicker.
I’m not a native. Born and raised in another post-industrialcity with a Great Art Museum and World-Class Orchestra- Cleveland -- three hours down the road as the time flies.
A Clevelander, I never…
There’s nothing like a platter of potato pancakes to inspire excess. Plain and simple, the recipe I grew up with called for measurement in pounds: as many potatoes as you could stand to peel and grate by hand, as many onions chopped as needed to bring tears streaming to your eyes, eggs and matzoh meal - enough to hold the ingredients together, salt and pepper enough to…Continue