Spirit is expected of "Daddy Long Legs," and director Jean Negulesco ("How to Marry a Millionaire") delivers plenty of fast feet and happy hands as Astaire and Caron tackle multiple musical numbers, mixing dance trends and tradition (there's a pronounced ballet influence on the film) to further the story along. A gorgeously widescreen musical, "Daddy Long Legs" smartly calls out it most problematic element, helping to relax the picture as it spotlights song and dance. 1955's "Daddy Long Legs" actually has the bravery to call itself out on the practice, with the screenplay identifying the uneasy union between characters played by Fred Astaire (then 56 years old) and Leslie Caron (24 years old), who embark on a strange relationship that begins with financial charity and concludes as something more heartfelt. Most movies don't blink when creating a romantic pairing between an older man and a younger woman. After Saar’s wife requested the acquaintance’s jachnun while in labor, a startup was born: a marketplace of culinary side hustles.Reviewed by Brian Orndorf, August 16, 2016 Saar loved to cook himself but didn’t have time to make certain labor-intensive dishes that he missed from home, such as jachnun, a Yemenite Jewish pastry that’s traditionally baked overnight.
Pre-pandemic, Oren Saar, a young Israeli immigrant living in New York, was introduced to a fellow-expat who had a side hustle making and selling Israeli food.
But this undercuts WoodSpoon’s true appeal, as well as the company’s compelling origin story. This is a common trope in branding that targets millennial and Gen Z city dwellers, who are often cynically imagined as anxiety-ridden and antisocial. The crux of some of WoodSpoon’s subway ads is that the company proffers comfort through food without the hassles of human interaction, let alone the obligations of family: “It’s like getting Grandma’s soup, without questions about your love life,” one poster declares. Raghida Haddad, a Brooklyn-based WoodSpoon chef, was born in Beirut and shops for ingredients at Middle Eastern markets on Brooklyn’s Atlantic Avenue. “It’s not that I’m not a good businesswoman, it’s just-it’s in my DNA.” “I have witnessed my mom, my grandmother, every woman in my family offering food, so I give so much food!” she told me. When I spoke to her later, the reason for the above-and-beyond bounty became clear: she simply couldn’t help herself. Everything had been prepared by a woman named Raghida Haddad (WoodSpoon profile: Tate’s Kitchen), who was born in Beirut, spent years working for the New York City mayor’s office, and lives in Brooklyn.
I was surprised not only by the generous portions but also by the add-ons and flourishes: cups of sumac, za’atar, and olive oil fresh pita and lush green salads whipped baba ghanoush and hummus, dotted with more pomegranate seeds, sprigs of mint, and scallions a zesty yogurt sauce thick with chopped cucumber.
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What arrived was more like catering for a small but festive affair-enough for days-in containers densely packed with lacy, crisp-edged zucchini fritters, layered carefully between sheets of parchment and strewn with arugula, pine nuts, and pomegranate seeds, glistening like jewels garlicky sautéed dandelion greens, luscious with olive oil and garnished with radishes carved into roses neatly cut wedges of kibbeh saynieh, a tray-baked loaf of ground beef, cracked wheat, onion, pomegranate syrup, and spices and herbs including cinnamon and marjoram. The other night, using a delivery platform called WoodSpoon, which offers meals cooked in the homes of neighborhood chefs, I ordered what seemed to be a reasonable amount of Lebanese food for dinner.
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