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As a child, Dawn felt undernourished both physically
and emotionally, except for one saving grace: the loving
attention she received while cooking with her maternal
grandmother, Beauty.

My Fat Dad is as much a coming-of-age memoir as
it is a recipe collection from Dawn’s upbringing and
culinary adventures. The recipes include some of her
grandmother’s traditional Jewish dishes, but also many
healthier versions — ranging from gluten-free, to sugar
free, to vegan.

The following is an adapted excerpt and tasty
recipes from, My Fat Dad: A Memoir of Food, Love,
and Family, with Recipes.

Growing up, I always looked forward to the Jewish
holidays, even though my family was not very religious.

Those were pretty much the only times we had real
food in our house.

During the holidays, my mom and I would cook
together to recreate my grandmother’s classic old-world
recipes — chicken soup, brisket, salmon patties and
sweet potato latkes were a few of our favorites.

After my family moved to Manhattan from Chicago
when I was nine-years-old for my dad’s life changing
job as an International Creative Director, my maternal
grandmother Beauty would send me a recipe card every
week with a $20 bill.

“If we cook the same dish at the same time, we will
always feel connected,” Beauty would say.

While my mother normally had an aversion to
spending time in the kitchen, she enjoyed the holiday
preparations and loved filling our home with guests,
food, entertainment and music. My parents always had
an exotic group of friends. My mother said most people
looked at the religious days as holy days, but she looked
at them as a festive gathering. Anyone who did not
have plans was invited, religious or not.

We had an interesting cast of regulars who always