From the moment we walked into Nama’s kitchen, the aroma would capture our appetites. She was among the world’s best cooks. At least we thought so (and still do).
Nama was Diana Silverman Goldberg, my grandmother. She grew up as a first-generation Jewish princess in New York. Her father was in the garment business (I am told he owned the factory). She didn’t cook much at all because they had “help.” So when she married Louis Goldberg (her brother Irving had married Rose, Louis’s sister; the double brother and sister hook-up was fairly common in 1920s New York) and he moved her halfway across the country in 1919 to Sioux City, Iowa (and that’s a long, fascinating story itself), she learned to cook herself.