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Though there are enough Christmas movies that it’s possible to spend an entire year watching nothing else and you still won’t see them all, there are surprisingly few New Year’s Eve movies. Oh sure, there are plenty of movies that have scenes that take place on New Year’s Eve, but few that are actually about it, and it doesn’t say much for them when the best of the bunch is New Year’s Evil, a movie about a serial killer who stalks Pinky Tuscadero from Happy Days.

Welcome to the Ómós Digest. This newsletter will hopefully bring you on that journey about the food you were looking for, or perhaps never knew existed. It is our quest to expand on what we don’t know and to share with those who care. If you haven’t read Newsletter #1 yet, it can be found here. This newsletter is brought to you by Cúán Greene, Founder of Ómós.  There was always something magical about Sunday mornings in Copenhagen.

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In the hunt for a sweet treat that might appeal to mothers, I started leafing through my mom’s tattered notebook of recipes that I inherited when she died in November 1999. It’s filled with yellowed newspaper clippings, handwritten and typed recipes gleaned from relatives and friends, and lists of dishes served at family holiday celebrations, Hadassah luncheons, bar mitzvahs, weddings, picnics and dinner parties—as much a record of the family’s social life as of culinary exploration.

During the pandemic, lots of small group gatherings migrated outside, even — especially — during the chilly depths of winter. When I hosted friends, it was on the back patio, sometimes in near-freezing temperatures.  Now, on the one hand, this did not bother me, personally, because I am a cold-weather maniac. Put me outside on a 35-degree evening in a sweater and a pair of thick wool socks, hand me a glass of whiskey, and I’m happy.

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Lucien Carr was born into a good life. His family was wealthy. He was handsome and charismatic. Lucien Carr Though he grew up during the Great Depression in St. Louis, MO, a city roiling with unemployment and civil unrest, Carr’s family was insulated. They lived for a time near other moneyed families in the city's Central West End neighborhood. Then the Carrs and other wealthy folks moved west into St. Louis County.

Guest post alert! Today’s issue comes from Nellie Beckett, my smart and talented friend whom you may remember from her excellent piece about Mary Poppinsin honor of Labor Day. She’s full of great ideas, so of course it didn’t take her long to offer up another guest post about a meaningful film from her youth. Speaking of all those great ideas in Nellie’s brain, she just started her own Substack called Kulturtante, which I am extremely excited to read because she’s been telling compelling stories in multiple mediums for years now.

Dear reader, The weekly In the kitchen despatch with new recipes is usually reserved for paying subscribers, but I wanted to share this edition with all of you. I was going to send it out over the weekend, but life got in the way, so here it is now. While this edition has been planned since the summer, it’s impossible to pass on the recipe for what many consider the Palestinian national dish without acknowledging the current situation.