Growing Up Jewbodian

I’m not a fan of the Hank Williams Jr. song, “family traditions,” but I am a fan of creating them for the little people in my life. Case in point, making hamantaschens with the girls. OK, truth be told, I did most of the work, but we all know it would have been a whole lot more work with the three kids. If you don’t know what a hamantaschen is, here’s a picture.

It’s a triangle shaped cookie, filled with fruit, jam, or poppy seeds. I filled mine with prunes. Looking back at this picture, mine look downright awful. It’s not just the prunes, which I think get a bad rap. Some of these actually look like part of the female anatomy. As bad as they might look, I swear they taste good. I don’t think I convinced my husband though, because he has yet to eat one, and that man eats almost everything! I don’t know if  it’s because they look like lady parts, or if he knew how much oil I used in the dough, but he’s not touching these cookies. If you don’t want to know the amount of oil, don’t click on the dough link, which includes the recipe.

The appearance of these hamantaschens didn’t deter me however, and after one bite, it brought me right back to my Grandma Ida’s home. Almost without fail, every year she would make us hamantaschens. I remember getting a couple of hamantaschen care packages while away at college. With such fond memories of her and her poppy seed hamantaschens, it seems like a good tradition to pass onto my girls. It’s much better than her Sunday dinner tradition of beef tongue… which I might add, my husband actually did eat.

My girls are lucky. My husband and I come from very different backgrounds. I’m Jewish, and he’s Cambodian, which makes our girls Jewbodian. We want them to embrace their uniqueness because really, how many Jewbodians can there be in this world? We found one of the best ways to do this is through food. It’s such a big part of our cultures, we use food as a way for them to connect to both sides of their family. So not only do they get to indulge in these delicious hamantaschens during Purim, which I did not bribe them to eat,

Erin Eating Her Hamantaschen

they also get to chow down on Grandma Meak’s homemade egg rolls when she comes to visit us, or we visit her in Missouri. That gives them the best of both food traditions. It may not be the healthiest food, but it’s definitely the tastiest, even with the prunes.

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