Free KOSHER BY DESIGN Teens and 20-somethings cookbook!

Come one come all!! Within the next few days I will be posting a review of this awesome new cookbook which is due to be officially launched at Kosherfest next week.

In order to celebrate this great new recipe book the kind folks at Artscroll are allowing me to pick one lucky reader to get their own free copy.

So do you want to win? Are you a winner? All you have to do to enter is to tell me in the comments your favourite memory of cooking as a teen or 20-something.  Was it for a special occasion? Was it just cooking with the family? Did you burn down the house or discover your love for creating in the kitchen? One entry per person only. The winner will be picked at random, by me, on October 27th at 5pm EST.

So – get writing and look out for my review!!


48 responses to “Free KOSHER BY DESIGN Teens and 20-somethings cookbook!

  1. My FAVOURITE memory is cooking potato chip crusted “fried” chicken from a children’s cookbook my aunt Sally had sent me. I always remember that because in the midst of a very dark childhood my aunt was a shining light who gave me Nancy Drew books, fed me Count Chocula, made my lunches when I stayed with her (unheard of for me!) and taught me to REALLY love tea. I will always remember that recipe because even though she wasn’t there…she gave it to me.

  2. Favorite memory was baking cookies with my mom — always a good time and made me feel quite “grown up”

  3. My memory of cooking as a teen spans a few years. When I attended high school (at MTA, the YU high school in NY), I had every Friday off as classes were in session from Sunday through Thursday each week. But everyone else in the house had work or school on Fridays. So, after learning a few things about cooking from my mom and grandmother, I started cooking for Shabbat every week. I did this for 3 years during high school and then entered college. Interestingly enough, my mom began attending college at about the same time. Turns out that throughout college, I rarely had classes on Fridays (only during one summer semester as I recall) while my mom had classes EVERY Friday until very close to the start of Shabbat (certainly in the late-Autumn, Winter, and early-Spring seasons). So I again cooked for Shabbat for the 3 years that I attended college. I learned to cook pretty well, not particularly fancy, but very tasty. As a single living in Yerushalaim, my friends always enjoyed coming to my home-cooked Shabbat meals.

    And I enjoyed cooking then and still do today!

    • Hmm, you got me thinking Mark b/c my son is currently at MTA & has Fridays off…Maybe I should introduce him to the kitchen ;)!

      • Even if he doesn’t cook for Shabbat every week, you should introduce him to the kitchen. Cooking is a very useful skill for both young men and young women. It came in very handy when I lived alone (or with roommates) as a single, and permitted me to eat proper meals rather than take out and restaurant food.

  4. I am still in my teens so I don’t really have a ”memory” but I really love cooking and baking. I like to experiment and come up with my own recipes. When I make something for lunch or dinner that other people taste and enjoy, it makes me feel really good. My mother also works all day on Friday and since I am the oldest girl at home I do almost all of the cooking. I make everything from fish, to chicken, to cholent. When my mother comes home close to Shabbos and sees all of the cooked food I love knowing that I took away most of her stress.

  5. My favorite teen cooking memory was at age 16. My Abuela, of blessed memory, was dying and getting her to eat was hard. I learned how to make flan from my step-abuela, and was able to make that, and sorrullitos for her. Sorrullitos are a group activity, and standing in the kitchen that day teaching my younger cousins how to make them is the sweetness in a bittersweet memory.

    It was the last meal she ate before entering the hospital for the last time. I had always resented when she would force me to help her in the kitchen, but was so appreciative of my ability to cook traditional foods at the end of her life.

    Here is a link to a good description and recipe for sorrullitos.

  6. My daughter is almost 17 and for Shavuot last year she and my other daughter (almost 12) made a special dairy dessert – peanut butter chocolate pudding in chocolate bowls. The bowls were fun to make – it involved blowing up balloons and then popping them! The dessert was so rich and delicious and different – it was lots of fun to watch them make and then eat. My OWN personal favorite memory is making hamentashen with my older sister for Purim. She taught me how to pinch the triangles and I passed on the “trick” to my daughters.

  7. My favorite memory of cooking in my twenties. . .
    Late university I had a friend who was trying to impress a girl but didn’t have a lot of cash to take her out to dinner somewhere. I told him to make dinner at his apartment, every guy should have one dish up his sleeve to impress a girl. Unfortunately, Jon was the worst cook I’d ever met. I promised to come over and make dinner before the date and let him take credit but only if he promised to take some cooking lessons with me. The date went fine (they’re married now, in fact) and cooking lessons became a regular Friday afternoon occurrence within our circle of friends. When I got married – the first of the original Friday night dinner crowd- nearly everyone gave me a cookbook with inscriptions of their favorite meals at our “cooking lessons” and notations on recipes that might or might not be suitable for continuing the tradition of dinner with friends. When I visited Chicago recently – 4 years after the end of regular Friday dinners – we resurrected the tradition this time with spouses and kids and spent all evening talking about the fun and the mishaps we had – the night everything came out so gross that we ordered pizza by scrounging change from 3 apartments, the night they guys surprised the girls with a candle lit dinner for the end of finals, the largest mess we made in the kitchen (something French), and as we still call it “the night of a thousand pots” where we used everything in my kitchen and my friend Brooke’s to create an elaborate dinner for 6. We’re all still in touch and sharing recipes weekly even if we’re not cooking together anymore.

  8. For years my mom tried to teach me how to make her rugelach recipe. It was so time consuming and fragile that she doesn’t even make the same recipe anymore!

  9. When I was living in the dorm as a freshman in college, I decided to make some lemon bars from a package. I was lucky enough to have a dorm room with a full kitchen! Unfortunately, my oven’s knob didn’t have temperatures. It was labeled 1-10! I had complained to residential life, but they just told me to compare the knob to a neighbor’s knob to approximate the temperatures. I did, and tried my best to prepare my lemon bars correctly. Lo and behold, something was wrong, and within minutes, the lemon bars were burning and the fire alarm went off! My dorm had to be evacuated (at least it was in the middle of the day! 3am fire alarms resulted in death threats), and the fire department came running. Of course, when searching the building, they discovered my cooking experiment, and they tried to yell at me, but I pointed out that I had done everything residential life had asked me to do! Despite threatening me with the $500 bill for the fire department, residential life eventually took responsibility, and then they even spent the 99 cents to replace my oven knob!

  10. My fondest memory of cooking was Thursday nights ! When I was younger and then pre-teen my job was to help roll out then bake the chocolate chip cookies for shabbos !! As I got older my responsibilities grew ( shabbos cakes then fancy desserts and the making the actual shabbos food). Sometimes I would resent my mom because while all my friends were out shopping ( being in the days when stores in mtl. were closed on Sundays and only open late Thursday nights) I was busy in the kitchen but as I grew older I came to really enjoy this special time that I had with my mother. Now as an adult I always call my mom on Thursday nights while we are both in the kitchen just to re-live those special cooking moments !!

  11. I guess that I can’t enter because we’re related…although you didn’t have the rules written in fine print! I look forward to buying a copy of this for our oldest, as his second passion (after sports) is cooking. He (and his younger brother) have both enjoyed lessons in the kitchen with yours truly, so it was only appropriate that we got them leather recipe binders with their names embossed on the front covers for their elementary school graduations. I asked each of them to let me know which recipes they’d like me to recopy, and I am making an effort to ensure that they will have these handwritten by me, for when they eventually leave home (and have to fend for themselves or hand it over to their wives). FWIW, my memories of baking apple pie with my Babi are the ones that give me the greatest joy. Oh, how I wish I had that recipe of hers. I am making it my pet project this year — to try and re-create this favourite delicacy of my youth. It had a very soft crust and a deliciously smooth filling, and I look forward to preparing its closest contender to my own kids SOON. At least I was fortunate enough to have Savta divulge the recipe for her freezer cookies, eh?!

  12. את חטאי אני מזכיר היום

    I don’t want the cookbook, but had to share this childhood cooking story:

    Microwave cupcakes. Boxed mix plus water, the pan is included, put it in the microwave. Where oh where could you go wrong?

    2/3 cup of water? I found my mother’s eight-cup measuring cup and tried figuring 2/3 of that. I remember thinking … gosh this takes fractions … I saw those on Square One TV but we haven’t covered them in school yet … well eventually I estimated 2/3 of that measuring cup and poured it in! Woops, then I needed a bigger bowl. Hm, that’s too much water … maybe if I add a box of yellow cake mix?

    My parents told me that someone did eventually eat the gooey mess, but it probably just wound up in the trash. Oh well.

  13. The best cooking memory (and there are so so many) was from a couple of years ago when I was 27 and my great-grandmother broke her hip. I insisted on bringing her “real” food at the rehab center because even though she was eating kosher meals she was getting them in a Catholic rehab center! I proceeded to bake two entire challahs and cook a 7 lbs Brisket ( I don’t know what I was thinking!) among other little treats. My parents and my sister and I all piled into the car and drove to the rehab center. On the way there everyone got too tempted by the delicious smell and my mother who had sworn off red meat for years demanded I cut her some brisket. Pretty soon we were all sharing brisket challah sandwiches in the car. I love that memory. And my great-grandmother loved it too! We had plenty left over for her and she was delighted with the surprise — the nursing staff were thrilled to get the leftovers.

  14. lady lock and load

    As a teen, my mother did not allow me in the kitchen so I didn’t know how to cook. When I went to Israel at the age of 17, I got “adopted” by a Rov and his Rebbitzen, who I used to call Mama. Well, Mama had small kids to take care of and was thrilled with whatever I could whip up for her in her small Israeli kitchen. She taught me how to make gefilte fish from scratch, salads, choulent, all with such love and patience. I bought a notebook and copied down alot of her recipes (some she wrote down for me in her own handwriting, which I love to look at). If I went to someone for shabbos and liked something I would ask for the recipe and include that in my recipe notebook. Mama had a kitchen aid and when I got married my dear husband bought me my own kitchen aid so I could recreate what she taught me. I recently bought a looseleaf and have been slowly putting together a little cookbook for my daughters so they can cook like THEIR mama when they leave the house.

  15. My favorite memory isn’t of cooking, it’s of baking and it was when I made an egg-free/milk-free/nut-free chocolate cake for my daughter . She liked it and so did everyone else!

  16. My favorite cooking memory is cooking with my father every Sunday night growing up. He would make the most amazing riblets or chopped meat with pasta or chicken wings in the yummiest sauce ever.

  17. LLL, that is funny b/c I too was not allowed in the kitchen to cook b/c my mom said that her mom had that rule growing up too. The rationale was that there’d be plenty of opportunity to learn once she (& I) would move out & get married & I guess she was right.

    It was of course somewhat overwhelming for me to learn how to mostly cook from scratch at age 21 when I got married but thankfully I managed between occasional long distance panicky phone calls to my mom on what to do in the kitchen & thanks to handy dandy cookbooks that I bought (or that were given to me) upon my marriage!

    Nowadays, I enjoy checking out & tweaking various recipes (specifically simple, low cal, tasty ones) in cookbooks or online or wherever & that is why I would LOVE to check out Susie Fishbein’s latest cookbook (to complete my kosher by design collection)!!

  18. My favorite cooking memory is making meatballs with my mom. When I was very young I loved mixing the meat mixture with my hands. I squished the meat through my fingers and made sure all the ingredients were combined well. I shaped the balls and mom dropped them into the simmering sauce in the pot. Meatballs has always been one of my favorite dishes. I guess the warm and fuzzy memories I associate with them makes them special.

  19. After years of claiming that I “couldn’t cook,” I realized one day that anyone who knows how to read and follow directions can cook. I jumped in, launching several recipes at once–and then realized that cookbooks are not nearly as specific as they could be. What in the world does “parboil” mean? How much is a “dash” of salt? What’s the difference between stir-fry and sautee? All I can say is: thank God for Google.

  20. At 17 when I got married, no jokes, I didn’t know how to make a cup of tea. Now, after 30 years , I have improved, not nearly as good as my friend miriyummy but now I can at least make a scrambled egg. Thanks to Suzie Fishbeins collection, I have a good selection of preferred dishes, but now need to prepare my 18 year old daughter so that she doesn’t need to get into the same mess as I did.

  21. My favorite memory of cooking is a cooking class I took as a kid at a local cooking school. It was such a great experience that taught me that anyone could make really tasty and interesting dishes. That it wasn’t that complicated. I remember making these marzipan creatures. It was so much fun! I also remember experimenting with spices as a teen. I became the master rice chef in my house!

  22. My fav teenage memory is cooking and baking for Pesach with grandmother. We would have contests to see who could get the apple peel to be the longest and then threw them over our shoulders. Whatever letter it looked like was supposed to be that of the man you would marry. I still think of her whenever I cook anything that needs to be peeled (and many other things).
    (I’m still in my 20’s so it doesn’t feel right to pick a favorite memory, though I think anytime my husband and I are working together in the kitchen is an amazing time.)

  23. One of my favorite childhood cooking memories – involves preparing a tossed salad for my father. I didn’t know that you could eat the seeds in the middle of cucumbers, so I cut them out. You could imagine how funny the salad looked with donut-like cucumber rings! My family still jokes about it! Thankfully my cooking and baking knowledge has increased over the years. I’d love to add this new cookbook to my Susie Fishbein collection and it would be especially helpful as I have two teenage step daughters.

  24. Hmm, I think my favorite memory of cooking as a newlywed was an epiphany that I had while preparing dinner. I no longer had to eat anything that I didn’t want! I could choose not to cook what I didn’t want, and conversely could make anything that I could figure out how to make! Very empowering 🙂

  25. Some great comments here… I think my favorite memories in the kitchen at that age included inviting my friends over when my parents were away for our own Shavuos “shabbaton.” We each made something and I hosted by cooking up a storm and serving. It was my first real taste of cooking Shabbos for a family. I loved experimenting on new recipes and I still do that today.

  26. I think I started helping my mother when I was 11, she left instructions with siblings that I should make a cucumber salad which I begrudgingly did and hated. Then the next time I made something it was noodles for supper which I put a little to much salt in 🙂 and then slowly over the years I’ve learned to cook a little at a time and now I love it!
    However this past Shavous I attempted to make this really fancy cheese cake recipe that I found online. (note to self, when your mother tells you that the recipe doesn’t make sense, listed to her!) Anyways, needless to say it was a flop! I was supposed to take lady fingers cut them in half lengthwise and the line the pan with rim of the pan with them without any support to hold them up…….. it was insane! I think next year I’m going to stick with a simple but classic cheesecake recipe! 🙂

  27. My favorite memory of cooking as a teen was cooking with my mother, her best friends, my sister and sister in law and neighbors. Under my mothers supervision and direction we all catered my brothers wedding for over 100 guests. We made everything from the hors d’oeuvres to the cake! It was so fun!

  28. Mine is invited a friend for Shabbat, when my parents were out of town. The cooking went okay, but the thermostat on the fridge broke and we had to move all the food into the basement. (It wasn’t our fault.)
    P.S. Please don’t enter me–I have a copy. 🙂

  29. I remember having a Good Housekeeping Cooking for Kids cookbook as a little kid. My mom indulged my interest and we made a ground beef pot pie when I was 9 or 10 (does that count as being a teen? :P). I’ve been cooking ever since! I’ve always loved to help cook for shabbat or yom tov. Learning to clean up during/after cooking took a little longer 🙂 but now I’m an expert at that too.

    When my parents got married, my mom made an effort to write down a lot of the recipes my Babbi, aleha hashalom (my paternal grandmother), made so we could carry on traditions of some of the better Hungarian dishes, and I hope to photocopy all those recipes over time. I still call my mom periodically to ask the proportions for nukedlach (free-form noodles). She calls me because she can’t remember the ingredients to her own beef strogonoff recipe. Anyways, I remember a few years ago, when Babbi was alive and healthy enough to travel, she and my aunt came from Montreal to NJ to spend Pesach by my parents. We spent erev yom tov in the kitchen making my mom’s incredible chocolate mousse recipe…and by ‘we’, I mean I made it while my aunt encouraged me to add more coffee and brandy to it 🙂 It was hectic but a lot of fun, and a great memory to have of my grandmother.

  30. My mom was not much of a baker at home. We made three things: chocolate brownies from a kit, honey cake on Rosh Hashanah, and hamentaschen for Purim. We never sent out shalach manos without it. So when I was in seminary for my year, I figured I had to make them on my own- store bought wouldn’t be the same.
    So I got my mom’s recipe and made the dough, and puit together a pan of hamentaschen. But we had one oven for ninety girls, and it was way down the hall and always in use. So I decided to use my toaster oven in my room. Three hamenmtaschen fit in there, and after half an hour they still weren’t done.
    So I recalculated. I took a bottlecap and started cutting out tiny circles. Then I put a drop of jam or one chocolate chip in the middle, and folded it up. And I ended up with over a hundred bite-sized hamentaschen. I put a handful in each shalach manos.
    It was my first time realizing that I could improvise-cook, and do my own thing, and have people love them. I felt grown up. it was pretty cool.

  31. Starting at a young age I was responsible for making dinner for my family. My mother and father were both at work, and I was home from school several hours before them. Although I made very simple food from a juvenile cookbook, I didn’t enjoy it, and learned to loathe cooking. It wasn’t until I got married and my husband (an excellent cook) taught me to cook, that I really began to enjoy cooking. My favorite memory would have to be using an old-fashioned crank ice cream freezer with my grandfather. The ice cream was delicious!

  32. My favorite memory was my first attempt at making bagels. I got a recipe, and spent hours kneading dough (by hand), shaping the bagels (very poorly), boiling them and baking them. They came out like rocks. I didn’t try making bagels again for about 10 years, but last time I made them, they were pretty yummy….I was not afraid to try ambitious things as a teen, but I was afraid to touch raw meat.

  33. When I was single in my twenties and living in my own apartment, I once had some friends over for Shabbos. They couldn’t believe it when I purposely made a cholent without beans! It was good!

  34. I remember the first time I had a guest to dinner for a meal that I cooked completely myself. I was 18 and made paella. It was scary and thrilling trying to empress someone with my culinary skills.

  35. my favorite memory is baking/cooking with the old horowitz margareten pamphlets.i had a few recpes that were my responsibility every year–starting when i was 9–pareve matza kugel for the seder,dairy matza kugel and matza pizza.for me it’s not pessach seder without the pareve kugel and now my kids look foward to eating it too!

  36. Yerushalmi Kugel
    Living with group of twelve 19-22 yr olds in Israel one summer I decided to make a proper Yerushalmi Kugel with barely two burners. I had one assistant for the mad process.
    Proper Yerushalmi Kugel has carmalized sugar, noodles and pepper cooked overnight.
    I dont remember if the kugel was good (I think it was) but I married my assistant:)

  37. I wasn’t much of a cook in my teens but one of my Shabbos preparation jobs was the: potato kugel. I learnt the recipe from my Grandmother a”h and there was always this special feeling when preparing it.

  38. My mother made very healthy but unimaginative stuff, mostly pot roast for shabbat, chicken soup, kasha and aspargus. I liked it all but she was not adventurous. Weekdays were steak, chicken potatoes sometime rice or tuna croquettes. When I came to Israel I had to figure out how do things from scratch (age 18). My friend in Holon taught me to make blintzes and for many years that, pancakes and omlets were my specialty. Eventually I got some meat dishes and a real stove with an oven.

  39. My favorite cooking memories involve calling my beloved grandmother a”h (aka “the Best Cook in the Entire World”) for tips and advice each time I attempted to make something new when my husband and I were newlyweds.
    Shavua tov!

  40. when i first turned 13 my mom finally let me bake something on my own. I was so excited to make a cake for shabbos , i kicked everyone out of the kitchen and had a recipe for a chocolate cake in the pan. Its this really cool recipe that u can mix everything in the pan u are going to bake in, no other bowls needed. This recipe also didnt require eggs as it came from a teens/kids cookbook (cant rem the name at the moment)

    Well I get out all the ingredients, put on some shabbos prep music and get started. Followed all the instructions down to the core and put the cake in the oven. After the 30 minute timer rang i go to get out my amazing delicious chocolate cake and…. it exploded in the oven!!!! I was freaking out how could this happen i followed all the instructions perfectly, I didnt leave any ingredient out…what could this be?? I call my mother into the kitchen and explain the situation and i went to taste what was still sort of batter. IT TASTED AWFUL!!! IT WAS BITTER AND VINGARIE AND DISGUSTING!! my mother asked me to show her the measuring cups and spoons i used and i take out the measuring cups used for dry ingredients and she asked me where is the measuring cup for wet ingredients? I said “huh”??

    I USED THE DRY MEASURING CUPS FOR ALL THE WET INGREDIENTS WHICH AS YOU BAKERS KNOW THAT IS A NO-NO!! and confused measurements for the little things like salt and baking soda! I put wayyy too much baking soda, vinegar, and salt into the mix and everything was all confused and messed up!

    Needless to say I learned my lesson and got a baking lesson on each measuring cup and spoon and contraption out there and have been baking amazing cakes, cookies and fresh challah from scratch ever since!!
    I would love to get this new cookbook…I am 22 years old and hope to have my own household iYH very soon and can definitely benefit from it!! So excited to see what its all about!!

  41. lady lock and load

    Dry measuring cups for all wet ingredients? What’s wrong with doing that?

  42. My fave memory is making ratatouille for the first time with my then-fiance (and now husband). Really, it was one of the first times I cooked anything more than instant rice or a pizza (with a store-bought crust, of course). All I remember was that I was chopping vegetables forever–and for some unknown reason I had decided to chop the onion last, which was of course the FIRST thing that needed to go into the pot!

  43. During my year in Israel between high school and college, I made my first cheesecake from scratch…in a toaster the Hebrew University dorm, using only a hand whisk. I took the chance of bringing it to my boyfriend’s parents’ house for Shavuot, and, against all odds it had turned out pretty fantastic 🙂

  44. I remember when I was about 10 or 11 years ols, my parents went out on a thursday night, and my sister and I surprised them by doing all the shabbos cooking while they were gone. my most distinct memories of that day are of making a honey mustard chicken recipe, and toby’s chocolate cake from second helpings cookbook.

  45. My favorite cooking memory was when I was in college and I used to make Shabbat for my friends who would visit my apt. from their dorm. We pretty much had the same 5 or 6 recipes over and over again but it was fun!

  46. so, um, i never learned how to cook so i have no real kitchen memories. for most of my adult life, i have lived alone and it was easier to eat take out and such. my memory is of Con Edison calling me to see if i needed someone to come out and check that my gas was working properly.

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