Paterson, New Jersey (Don’t Miss This)

is where we go on Mother’s Day not because

of the Paterson Silk Strike or Famous Poets

not Lou Costello or waterfalls

for amazing food from the Arab world

not a food writer I can’t elegantly explain  except that walking

into Nouri Brothers Bakery or Fattels  seeing all those dates

Jordan almonds olive oil that is the real true color of olive oil

sesame cookies and honey pastries and wooden molds for butter

halvah in large chunks studded with pistachio nuts olives olives olives

lentils in brown and red and green and bulgar in four sizes

spices that actually do smell like Aleppo and Alexandria wild Zataar

and cardamom seeds and big jars of coriander and after we fill the car

we go to a restaurant this year the new Arab mayor or Paterson

provided his favorites we went to Toros and there, we started

with stuffed mussels imam baldi and small fried pieces of veal.

Mother’s Day was perfect again.




Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.


  1. Hi Ester, yes i tasted and smelled well your post probably mostly because i am actually tasting and smelling Istanbul!

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