Category Archives: Meat

Asser Levy: America’s First Kosher Butcher

Asser Levy: America’s First Kosher Butcher

Knowing of my interest in the the history of Jewish butchers, the ever-helpful Philip Trauring of the Blood and Frogs Jewish genealogy blog sent me a link to a post from New York’s Tenement Museum, “Keeping Kosher in 17th Century New York:” November 15th, 1660 was, by any means, a normal day in the smallContinue Reading »

Rolled Beef: “The Giant Panda of Deli Meats”

Rolled Beef: “The Giant Panda of Deli Meats”

I learned a great deal about the late Nathan Kornmehl from the many testimonials that were sent to the memorial page of this blog. By all accounts, he was a generous, kind man, someone who didn’t let the tremendous adversity he experienced make him angry or bitter. I also learned that his kosher butcher shopContinue Reading »

Freud’s Butcher, Year One: Five Highlights

Freud’s Butcher, Year One: Five Highlights

It’s hard to believe that a year has passed since I wrote my first post here, a speculation on whether Freud ate kosher. It’s been quite the wild ride since then — a statement that might surprise those who think that genealogy is boring. But if you use the term family history  — emphasis onContinue Reading »

My Family’s Butcher Shops

My Family’s Butcher Shops

When I started this blog, I knew that my mother’s uncles in Vienna had butcher shops, plural, and that one of them sold meat — kosher meat, my mother said —  to Sigmund Freud’s wife. It wasn’t until I did a lot more research that I was able to put names to the butchers, however,Continue Reading »

Foie Gras, Schmaltz & Grammel: The Food of My People

Foie Gras, Schmaltz & Grammel: The Food of My People

Foie gras has always been a guilty pleasure. It’s ridiculously expensive, it’s fattening… and then there’s the whole animal cruelty question (which I’ve discussed a bit here). So I’m not sure whether my discovery that it is a traditional Jewish food makes me feel more or less guilty about it. My journey of goose liverContinue Reading »

Art vs. History: The Butcher Shop in Vienna’s Freud Museum

Art vs. History: The Butcher Shop in Vienna’s Freud Museum

I have a fantasy, which is not insanely far outside the realm of reality, so maybe I should call it a very ambitious goal: When Freud’s Butcher the book is finished and published, I would like to have my book party in Siegmund Kornmehl’s former butcher shop. That’s not the very ambitious part. The shopContinue Reading »

Rudolph Kornmehl: 3 Butcher Shops & the End of a Jewish Era in Vienna

Rudolph Kornmehl: 3 Butcher Shops & the End of a Jewish Era in Vienna

I named my blog for Siegmund Kornmehl because he had the luck to open one of his three butcher shops in the same building where Sigmund Freud lived and practiced, but I actually know a bit more about Siegmund’s brother Rudolph. Like Siegmund, he owned and operated three butcher shops in Vienna. There were otherContinue Reading »

Coming Soon: My Month of (Mostly) Meats

Coming Soon: My Month of (Mostly) Meats

In my last post, I mentioned my corned beef bliss at the Second Avenue Deli, my visit to the Leo Baeck Institute, and my planned excursion to the Tenement Museum. In different ways, all three experiences reminded me that I’ve been neglecting the meat portion of this blog — the contemplation of what life mightContinue Reading »

The Butcher Shop in Freud’s Building: Kosher or Not?

The Butcher Shop in Freud’s Building: Kosher or Not?

My inspiration for starting this blog was the discovery that my great uncle’s butcher shop occupied a storefront in 19 Berggasse, the same building where Sigmund Freud lived and practiced.  According to my mother, Freud’s wife had bought kosher meat from one of my great uncles. I never knew which one, however, until I sawContinue Reading »

Fall from Faith: A Veal Parmigiana Epiphany

Fall from Faith: A Veal Parmigiana Epiphany

For some people, straying from the family faith is a gradual process, a long, slow falling away from religious precepts that no longer make sense.  For me, it was like being struck by lightning. Or by a young cow and a hunk of Italian cheese. This is the true story of how a timid, more-or-less-kosherContinue Reading »