When I began planning for this project, I did some extremely unscientific research in the form of crowdsourcing posts on Facebook and Google+ that asked readers to suggest foods they considered “Jewish,” or that they felt most people did. (Or that they felt most American Jews did. In an effort to make the findings as unscientific as possible, I phrased the question differently each time.) Answers were varied, often passionate, and generally a lot of fun to read, so I thought I’d share a few choice responses.
Names have been omitted to protect the hungry—anyone who wants credit for something clever they wrote need merely say so.
“The only truly Jewish food is tsholnt-ḥamin-dafina in all its forms, since it was invented to fill a halakhic need.”
“Kosher for Passover desserts. Would anyone who’s not Jewish actually have reason to eat those?”
“As a Jewish convert who had a much more varied diet than most Americans (I grew up eating sushi way before it was popular, goat soup made with every bit of the goat that’s edible, etc.) I had never, ever heard of kugel before I ate at my now-husband’s parents’ house for the first time. It’s definitely become one of the foods that I most associate with the Ashkenazic Jewish culture.”
“Similar to the last poster (minus the goat soup bit), I had never previously heard of kugel or cholent. I also had never heard of lox (probably would have if I had grown up on the East Coast, however). While smoked salmon exists in many forms in many parts of the world, in the US I think it’s mostly a Jewish thing.”
“Latkes. Sweet wine. Bread with salt. Kasha varnishkes. Bread dipped in honey for the new year, or for Shabbes after a wedding. Parsley and eggs in salt water. Any kind of smoked fish, especially in the morning. Blintzes. Honey cake. Borscht with sour cream. Hot tea in a glass, served with a single sugar cube on the side. Any piece of candy that was hidden in my great-grandma’s pockets.”
“Well lookee here, a recipe for an old Jewish Passover staple using matza that’s completely treif.” (WARNING: The linked page contains video with sound. Best not to click if people around you think you’re working on something important. At very least, turn off your speakers.)
“Cranberry crisp as side dish rather than dessert (ok, maybe that’s a particularly seminary girl thing). Slow cooked meat and starch dishes (obviously), anything that has matzah instead of a standard chametz ingredient (lasagna, pizza, knishes). Knishes themselves for that matter, tzimmes (AFAIK), that bizarre raw broccoli, mayonnaise, red onion and craisin salad that I have never seen in the wild. (Editor’s note: I have no idea what this is. Will have to ask about it.) I’m afraid that my mom cooked way too varied a selection of food to be of too much help here. Most of my ethnic kosher food experiences are the kosher variants of other ethnicities.”
“The executive director of the synagogue where I work argues that there aren’t any Jewish foods anymore, unless you go back to Israel.”
“How about foods that the rest of the world eats in dairy form, but Jews have parevized (is that even a word?) in order to eat with/after meat meals. For example, I did a research paper on food for my Spanish class a few years back (we were supposed to visit a restaurant, but there were no kosher ones at the time with food from Spanish speaking countries), and I discovered that the Jewish version of flan differs from the regular version for this reason. Also, products like Stella D’oro cookies, which were kept pareve mostly for us Jews.”
“That should be a whole category on it’s own—you can combine “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Dairy” and “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Chametz,” as the two groups where one would think we would just survive without having to recreate the food everyone else is eating in (almost always) less appealing forms.”
“Not sure that gefilte fish is uniquely Jewish—I believe my wife was once served it as a traditional Lithuanian dish at a friend’s house.”
I’ll cap it off with an exchange between a married couple. One grew up in a Hasidic community; the other is not Jewish, but probably spends more hours per week in a synagogue than you do:
“That strange thing my co-workers do to brisket that involves ketchup.”
“Adafina; flam pletzele; sufganiyot; mohnkichel; That Apricot Chicken Everybody Makes That Surely Has A Name; gribenes; SHUT UP, WIFE, I LOVE GRAPE JELLY AND KETCHUP BRISKET.”
“THE GRAPE JELLY AND KETCHUP BRISKET IS WEIRD, OKAY? So is the apricot chicken. JELLIES ARE NOT MEANT TO GO ON MEATS. The end.”
This should be fun. As always, further insights are appreciated.
* It’s 1.5 in Roman numerals. What’s that you say? The Roman and Indo-Arabic numeral systems were developed hundreds of years and thousands of miles apart, and shouldn’t be confused? Oh well.