Not Jewish herself, my Grandma Val (who used to sleep with jug of bathtub gin to hide them from raiders) married into a Jewish family in the early 40's. I think she struggled with acceptance at first, as many new brides still do. She never converted (lapsed Catholic herself) but she did embrace many traditions, mostly in food. Her Passover sponge cake was legendary, passed from her sister in law (Great Aunt Edna) to her and made without fail every year. It often showed up on Passover and Easter because it is just that good. She has a 9 egg and a 12 egg version, I present the 9 egg version here. It was always served with strawberries that had been steeped with little sugar for a few hours and whipped cream. My mom makes it and so do I. —testkitchenette
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