Ah, New York. I don't miss winter since I moved to Tucson from Manhattan more than two decades ago -- before I could be mistaken for a snow bird -- but I miss New Yorkers' unabashed grumpiness about the season. If you're going to experience frigid weather, as I did last week, you can't beat a place where kvetching about the cold has been raised to an art form. And where
Viennese pastry
Belly Dancing, Knitting, Pastry & Psychology: A Virtual Convergence
A few months ago, I made the virtual acquaintance of a very accomplished woman with a Viennese Jewish parent. She, in turn, had recently become virtually reacquainted with an old friend/cousin with a Viennese Jewish parent. Each of the two friends/cousins has a Viennese non-Jewish parent too. It's a bit confusing. Bear with me here. How I Know the Very Accomplished Woman
From Meat to Sweets: A Family Occupation — & Preoccupation
I've alluded before to the other Siegmund Kornmehl -- the brother-in-law of Freud's butcher, who had the same name as he did -- but for a long time I didn't have much information on him. Recently it became clear that he had at least part ownership in a cafe in Vienna, the Cafe Victoria. I will write more soon about the specifics but I am too excited about this latest