« Like most (if not all) Jewish grandmothers, Oma’s way of caring for her family is to feed it. Growing up, I would go to her house every week for lunch, where she and Bella prepared meals with enough food to last us for weeks. I would go into the kitchen while she and and her best friend Bella baked, fried, and stewed the dishes, following an unspoken methodology — a handful here, a dash there –that seemed to them as natural as breathing. Of course, the real recipes came from decades of recreating — from memory — the tastes of their childhood. Having lost both of their families in the Holocaust, Oma and Bella had to teach themselves, often from scratch, how to make the dishes their mothers and grandmothers made for them in Katowice, Poland (Oma) and Vilnius, Lithuania (Bella). » – Alexa