Mackerel at Midnight: Growing Up Jewish on a Remote Scottish Island

Food was important not just as a means of survival, but also because, as Ma repeatedly told me, “it’s made with love that makes it taste so good.” As a toddler, perched on a chair, I watched each step of preparation with admiration. “Ma,” I remember telling her, “you make the best meals.” She beamed. “You will do it, too, and maybe even better than…