As Rosh Hashana approaches, its foods, its rituals are steeped in memories of a childhood from another century, another age in which every occasion was a pretext for games and wonderful food.
For my Sephardic grandmother in Cairo and the two-score relatives who gathered around her table every Rosh Hashana – the first of the Days of Awe leading to Yom Kippur – that High Holy Day was a serious and solemn affair."
