Bio: I try to cook and entertain in an updated version of how my mother did and I share recipes and memories. My mother's food was usually mind-blowingly fantastic and sometimes quite complex--but not always. On the rare occasions when something wasn’t perfect, she’d say that you shouldn’t apologize for your food—just serve it as if this is how you intended for it to be. The prime example of a failure she owned was her matza balls which she called “blue dot knaidlach” because they always seemed to settle, be a little too dense, and have a black and blue mark in the middle. I offer my recipes in the spirit of the blue dot knaidlach—a little tradition, possible imperfections and my mother’s flair for presenting it with style. And since I keep kosher, the food happens to be kosher.