As a kid in Oklahoma, Aaron Tomasko didn’t grow up with much access to Jewish food. While his Ashkenazi grandmother grew up in Brooklyn and raised his mother on Long Island, he only encountered Jewish delis and bakeries on visits to family on the East Coast, or when his grandmother Lorraine and grandfather Gerry came to visit. Otherwise, he was reliant on what his mother made at home.
“Growing up, we made latkes for Hanukkah, and my mom would make sweet kugel, but she just called that noodle pudding,” he says. “I never had knishes as a kid; I just heard people talk about them. There were zero knishes
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