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I saw a post that was saying how Eddie Munson is Catholic, and I was like damn, I post a lot of Jewish Eddie Munson content for someone who's Catholic.
But since I'm here anyways-
Ever since he was young, Eddie's favorite cultural foods were cholent (a type of stew) and challah (a type a braided bread). When Eddie got older, and stopped living with his parents, he stopped eating cultural foods.
One day, he was in a library, specifically the cookbook section because he wanted to make Steve dinner. And then he spotter it. A kosher cookbook. He flipped through it and it had so many cultural foods; bagels, Matzah, knishes, bourekas, schnitzel... Things his parents used to make.
He got the book from the library and attempted at making a few recipes. That Friday night, Steve was greeted to a spread of cholent, challah, and salami.
"This is the go-to shobbos meal!" Eddie said happily. "Look, you take the cholent and you wrap it in the salami. Or you can just dip the challah in it. Both are good. The wrapping cholent in salami is more fun," Eddie said.
Steve grinned. He was glad Eddie was sharing a part a his culture with him. And although it was different, Steve really did enjoy the food.
"Eds, thank you."
Eddie blushed. "I mean, thank you...for not being grossed out that I'm Jewish and stuff like that."
"Oh Eddie," Steve got up and walked across the table to hug him.
"Hey hey hey," Eddie said, "sit back down, Stevie. I didn't serve dessert, honey cake, yet."
Steve laughed but sat back down. Tonight was a good night.
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morethansalad · 1 year
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Vegan Cholent (Eastern European Barley Stew)
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culinaryplating · 8 months
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writtenfoxscreams · 1 year
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Jewitches :D
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sialiaskitchen · 4 months
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Warm & Bubbling Chicken & Bean Stew for a damp, windy cold night
Just the most delicious chicken and bean stew I can imagine.
Soak dry flageolet beans a few hours with a spoonful of baking soda in the water. Drain and rinse and drain.
Then put them in a shallow, wide, oven-safe dish and cover with high quality chicken broth, cover and slow cook until beans are soft. (280°F oven an hour or a few)
Add roasted chicken with the pan drippings, minced fresh garlic, cubed roasted potatoes, salt, pepper, onion powder.
Heat until thick and bubbling and the garlic is cooked to your preference.
Serve.
You can add any cooked veg you like, or not.
(I had planned to properly pan brown the chicken and then add it to the stew to slow cook, but I ran out of time, so I threw four frozen drumsticks under the broiler until mostly cooked, cut into small bits to make sure they weren't still frozen in the middle, added about a Tablespoon of minced garlic to the pan to roast briefly in the hot shmaltz while the bloody pink bits of the chicken cooked through, and then dumped the chicken, garlic and pan drippings into the beans and OMG so tasty. The cubed potatoes w/drizzle of oil got roasted while I was broiling the chicken.)
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wmcf · 8 months
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Recipe for Pareve Cholent This cholent is so hearty that no one will even notice that it's meat-free! 1/4 cup barbeque sauce, 1/4 cup soy sauce, 2 large potatoes peeled and cubed, 2 cloves garlic minced, 1 cup dry kidney beans, 2/3 cup ketchup, 2 teaspoons ground black pepper, 2 teaspoons paprika, 1/2 cup barley, 1 tablespoon salt, 2 teaspoons onion powder, 2 teaspoons garlic powder, 4 cups water or more as needed to cover, 1 large onion cut into chunks, 1 large sweet potato peeled and cubed, 1/2 cup dry white beans, 1/4 cup brown sugar
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torahtot · 3 months
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when u wake up from a 3 hour shabbos afternoon nap sweating overheated ur clothes sticking to u after dreaming an entire alternate life featuring people u haven't spoken to in years & culminating in an exhilarating death by sledding off a cliff
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Eddie is eating his first day Sukkos meal at some else's house. And since it's also shabbat, they served cholent. Eddie immediately started dipping his challah into the cholent just like he used to do as a kid
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riverlinden · 4 months
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someone asks me to make a certain meal for them, i have to rehearse it. i spend a week making it every night before they're allowed anywhere near it. i can't. i can't get it wrong. i have to. to. i.
but they won't stop asking for it because i'm good at it. and i wouldn't want them to stop because it's the way i know how to love best.
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culinaryplating · 7 months
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beautiful-rainyday · 9 months
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Pareve Cholent No one will even notice that this soup is vegetarian because it is so filling!
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blue-madrid · 9 months
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Mom's Authentic Kosher Cholent Recipe A hearty beef stew made with chuck roast, potatoes, barley, and kidney beans. For 10 to 15 hours, it cooks at 200 degrees Fahrenheit.
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yelenasdiary · 4 months
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Hi love!! I'm so excited your requests are open again for now. I love your writing so much!
How about a WandaNat x R story where R left for a longer mission so in the meantime WandaNat got into a routine without her, so that when R comes back they're still kinda stuck in that routine and therefore are ignoring R a bit. Just some angst with a happy ending ☺️
Overthinking
Pairing: WandaNat x Reader
Summary: Going on long missions were normal but returning home was harder than leaving. 
Angst & Fluff
Translations from Russian & Slovakia: Detka (baby), Krásne (beautiful), Miláčik (Darling)
Warnings: None | 1K
AC: Thank you for sending this! I hope you enjoy xx 
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A week ago, you returned from a four-month long mission far, far away from the two people you love dearly. It was hard to leave them, but this was normal. You were Avengers, missions were a part of your job and you all understood that. When you first returned, things were normal as if you had never left. Wanda made the two of you breakfast while Natasha spoiled you with affection in bed like she always did. 
But a few days later, you noticed that your mission had kept you away from your girlfriends for a minute too long. The normal changed, you woke up in bed alone, you had breakfast alone, but you couldn't blame the two women for their new routine. They missed you more than you'd ever know and to cope with the lack of communication while you were gone, they naturally found a routine that helped them wait for your return. 
They woke up at the same time, had breakfast together, trained together, did mission reports together if needed but even though they still did most things together they still had things they didn't go together. Wanda loved the grocery store because it gave her a  sense of normality outside of being an Avenger so she did the grocery shopping for the entire compound. Natasha loved taking her motorcycle for a joy ride to keep her mind at ease and would often leave without letting anybody know but if her helmet was gone, nobody questioned her she was.
As for you, all you wanted was to be with them. All that time spent away from them made you realize just how much you loved them both so deeply. You knew they didn't mean to be ignoring you, they didn't even realize they were doing it but you missed them and the silence was getting a little too much for you to keep to yourself anymore. 
"Wands, darling!" You smiled as you entered the compound kitchen to find her unloading the groceries she had just brought, "let me help" you added. 
"Thank you baby" she smiled as you handed her a tub of yogurt to place in the fridge.
"So, I was thinking, how about I cook for us tonight? Just the three of us" you offered. 
"But you never cook?" Wanda cocked a brow at you. 
"I know, but I just thought we could do with something new" you replied. Wanda nodded, "well, okay krásne, dinner would be lovely" she smiled before kissing your lips softly. Your smile only grew bigger with excitement to finally spend some alone time with your girlfriends. 
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The kitchen was a mess, your idea was to make Wanda's favorite meal, cholent. A slow cooked Jewish stew and peanut butter sandwiches for dessert. You had set the table and asked that the others would make their own plans for dinner, respectfully. Candles helped cover the burnt food smell while you dished up three plates and placed them on the table. 
"Something smells amazing" Wanda said as she entered the room, startling you. 
"I'm glad you think so" you chuckled, "I made cholent" you added. Wanda's eyes lit up, "you didn't have to spoil us" she replied as she took a seat at the table. Natasha followed behind Wanda, coming up to you and placing a kiss on your cheek. 
"Well, I was gone for too long" you admitted, taking Natasha's hand as she led you towards the dining table. "This is my way of making up for lost time" you added, taking a seat. 
"Detka, you have nothing to make up for.  We're just glad you're home" Natasha said, sitting across from you and Wanda. Your eyes dropped slightly at her words, your mind wanting to say something about the slight distance that had been placed between you and them, but you didn't want to ruin a good night. 
"Honey, what is it?" Wanda asked, placing a hand on top of yours. 
"It's nothing" you looked to her, brushing off her question with a light smile but she didn't buy it, not for a second. She tilted her head slightly, giving you that look. 
"Did something happen on the mission?" Natasha asked, looking between you and Wanda. You shook your head, "No, the mission was fine" you replied with a sigh. "I just…I know you both don't mean it, but I can see you two worked out a new routine without me…" 
Natasha looked to Wanda then back to you, "I missed you both so much and I just want tonight to make up for me being away for so long" you added. 
"Detka, I'm sorry" Natasha rose from her seat to sit on the other side of you, taking your free hand in hers, "we didn't mean to make you feel ignored. Wanda mentioned how exhausted you looked, and we thought it was best to let you sleep in and to give you some time to relax" Natasha explained. 
"We were going to wait until the weekend, but Nat and I have booked a little weekend getaway for just for the three of us miláčik" Wanda said. 
"We wanted to let you recover and do any mission reports before we stole you from everybody for a few days" Natasha added. 
"I am so stupid!" You shook your head, "here I was thinking you guys had found a way to do life with me on the side" you admitted with an eye roll. Wanda and Natasha chuckled, "oh detka, you overthink to much" Natasha said. 
"We could never do life without you or with you on the side-lines, you are our life" Wanda chipped in, placing a kiss on your cheek. Your cheeks warm with embarrassment for allowing your thoughts to get the better of you, "can we please forget I ever said anything and enjoy dinner?" You asked, an embarrassed smile tugging at your lips. 
After dinner the three of you cleaned up the kitchen and cuddled up on the sofa in the compound living room to watch one of your all-time favorite movies. Wanda twirled with your hair while Natasha gave your feet a massage. 
"So, where is this cheeky weekend getaway?" You asked. 
"For us to know and for your pretty little mind to think about" Natasha replied with a playful wink. "Oh, come on! Tell me!" You begged. 
"That would ruin the surprise" Wanda said, "I'm sure you could wait" she added to tease you before catching your lips in a kiss.
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amphibiahawks321 · 1 month
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[Wanda walked up to her house door]'
Wanda : Ugh! I swear today is the worst day ever!
Unlocked door
M!Reader : Hey Wanda! I made your favourite! Cholent!
Wanda : .....
Wanda : HOW ARE WE NOT MARRIED YET!
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mariacallous · 4 months
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When you think of Eastern European Jewish cuisine, which words come to mind? Light? Healthy? Plant based? Probably not. Heavy, homey and meat-centric are more like it. 
Fania Lewando died during the Holocaust, but had she been given the full length of her years, Ashkenazi Jewish cuisine may have taken a turn to the vegetarian side and we might all be eating vegetarian kishke and spinach cutlets in place of brisket.
Lewando is not a household name. In fact, she would have been lost to history had it not been for an unlikely turn of events. Thanks to a serendipitous find, her 1937 work, “The Vilna Vegetarian Cookbook” (“Vegetarish-Dietisher Kokhbukh”in Yiddish), was saved from oblivion and introduced to the 21st century.
Vilna in the 1930s, where Lewando and her husband Lazar made their home, was a cosmopolitan city with a large Jewish population. Today, it is the capital of Lithuania but it was then part of Poland. Lewando opened a vegetarian eatery called The Vegetarian Dietetic Restaurant on the edge of the city’s Jewish quarter. It was a popular spot among both Jews and non-Jews, as well as luminaries of the Yiddish-speaking world. (Even renowned artist Marc Chagall signed the restaurant’s guest book.)
Lewando was a staunch believer in the health benefits of vegetarianism and devoted her professional life to promoting these beliefs. She wrote: “It has long been established by the highest medical authorities that food made from fruit and vegetables is far healthier and more suitable for the human organism than food made from meat.” Plus, she wrote, vegetarianism satisfies the Jewish precept of not killing living creatures. 
We know little about her life other than she was born Fania Fiszlewicz in the late 1880s to a Jewish family in northern Poland. She married Lazar Lewando, an egg merchant from what is today Belarus and they eventually made their way to Vilna. They did not have children. 
Lewando, to quote Jeffrey Yoskowitz, author of “The Gefilte Manifesto” was “a woman who challenged convention;” a successful entrepreneur, which was a rarity among women of the time. She supervised a kosher vegetarian kitchen on an ocean liner that traveled between Poland and the United States, and gave classes on nutrition to Jewish women in her culinary school. 
“The Vilna Vegetarian Cookbook” was sold in Europe and the U.S. in Lewando’s day, but most of the copies were lost or destroyed during the Second World War. In 1995, a couple found a copy of the cookbook at a second-hand book fair in England. They understood the importance of a pre-war, Yiddish-language, vegetarian cookbook written by a woman, so purchased it and sent it to the YIVO Institute’s offices in New York. There, it joined the millions of books, periodicals and photos in YIVO’s archives. 
It was discovered again by two women who visited YIVO and were captivated by the book’s contents and colorful artwork. They had it translated from Yiddish to English so it could be enjoyed by a wider audience.
Like many Ashkenazi cooks, salt was Lewando’s spice, butter her flavor and dill her herb. The book is filled with dishes you’d expect: kugels and blintzes and latkes; borscht and many ways to use cabbage. There’s imitation gefilte fish and kishke made from vegetables, breadcrumbs, eggs and butter. Her cholent (a slow-cooked Sabbath stew) recipes are meat-free, including one made with prune, apple, potatoes and butter that is a cross between a stew and a tzimmes.
There are also some surprises.
Did you know it was possible to access tomatoes, eggplants, asparagus, lemons, cranberries, olive oil, Jerusalem artichokes, blueberries and candied orange peel in pre-war Vilna? There’s a French influence, too, such as recipes for mayonnaise Provencal and iles flottante, a meringue-based dessert, and a salad of marinated cornichons with marinated mushrooms. 
“It’s hard to know who the target audience was for this cookbook,” said Eve Jochnowitz, its English-language translator. “We know from contemporary memoirs that people in Vilna did not have access to these amazing amounts of butter, cream and eggs,” she said. “Lewando was writing from a somewhat privileged and bourgeois position.” While many of these recipes may have been aspirational given the poverty of the Jews at the time, the cookbook demonstrates that it was possible to obtain these ingredients in Vilna, should one have the resources to do so. 
While the cookbook is filled with expensive ingredients, there is also, said Jochnowitz, “a great attention to husbanding one’s resources. She was ahead of her time in the zero-waste movement.” Lewando admonishes her readers to waste nothing. Use the cooking water in which you cooked your vegetables for soup stock. Use the vegetables from the soup stock in other dishes. “Throw nothing out,” she writes in the cookbook’s opening essay. “Everything can be made into food.” Including the liquid from fresh vegetables; Lewando instructed her readers on the art of vitamin drinks and juices, with recipes for Vitamin-Rich Beet Juice and Vitamin-Rich Carrot Juice. “This was very heroic of her,” said Jochnowitz. “There were no juice machines! You make the juice by grating the vegetables and then squeezing the juice out by hand.”
Barbara Kirshenblatt-Gimblett, a Jewish scholar and Jewish cookbook collector, describes Lewando as “witty.” “She is showing us,” she said, “that once you eliminate meat and fish, you still have an enormous range of foods you can prepare.” Lewando is about “being creative, imaginative and innovative both with traditional dishes and with what she is introducing that is remote from the traditional repertoire.” She does that in unexpected ways. Her milchig (dairy) matzah balls, for example, have an elegance and lightness to them. She instructs the reader to make a meringue with egg whites, fold in the yolks, then combine with matzah meal, melted butter and hot water. Her sauerkraut salad includes porcini mushrooms. One of her kugels combines cauliflower, apples, sliced almonds and candied orange peel.
There is much that, through contemporary eyes, is missing in “The Vilna Vegetarian Cookbook.” The recipes do not give step-by-step instructions; rather you will find general directions. Heating instructions are vague, ranging from a “not-too-hot-oven” to a “warm oven” to a “hot oven.” Lewando assumes the reader’s familiarity with the kitchen that today’s cookbook writer would not. 
Lewando and her husband were listed in the 1941 census of the Vilna Ghetto but not in the census of 1942. It is believed that they both died or were killed while attempting to escape. “She really was a visionary,” said Jochnowitz. “It is an unbearable tragedy that she did not live to see the future that she predicted and helped to bring about.”But in cooking her recipes, said Yoskowitz, as dated and incomplete as some of them may be, the conversation between then and now continues.
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thejewitches · 9 months
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If there were one single item of food to represent Jews, in our humble opinion, it would not be bagels or bialys or bourekas, cholent or challah, brisket or couscous, but something far more simple: We offer up the quintessential Jewish staple of garlic. 
From the time of the Torah, we have cemented our love of garlic as a food, a cure, and a protective substance.
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