Angela Epstein

The true cost of keeping kosher

By Angela Epstein, April 21, 2016

The other day, I popped into my local deli in Manchester for some "kosher le pesach" cinnamon. Well, you know how those leaden squares of apple pudding go down a treat on Seder night.


Charities, be more charitable

By Angela Epstein, March 17, 2016

There's a flattering hypothesis which prevails when, like me, you work as a journalist and sometime broadcaster.


Pit stops on the Peloponnese

By Angela Epstein, March 10, 2016

It's a pine-scented evening in the little Greek resort town of Kyllini.


Does wanting ID cards make me a Nazi?

By Angela Epstein, February 4, 2016

As someone who makes a living as a social commentator, I'm used to taking bullets from those who disagree with me.


How to bind the community with Broiges UK

By Angela Epstein, December 3, 2015

There's a misshapen challah in the top drawer of my freezer which could easily be mistaken for a draft excluder. Despite being given instructions at the recent Manchester challah bake, I've not been blessed with the Mary Berry gene.


The West Bank is Prozac for the soul

By Angela Epstein, October 29, 2015

I'm sitting on a sun-blushed patio, sipping a mug of hot camomile tea and gazing out at mile upon mile of rolling, sun-scorched hills. The herby scent of fresh mountain air fills the lungs and does much to soothe the soul.

In short, I feel like I've arrived in paradise. Especially since the only sound to ripple the silence is soft, sibilant bird-song.


Do we need a number to remember?

By Angela Epstein, June 22, 2015

Last night, I watched a recording of Manchester's recent communities-wide Yom Hashoah memorial presentation. As a member of the organising committee, I wanted to remind myself of what had been an astonishing event.

There were many reasons for this - not least the speakers who included Holocaust survivors and their families as well as veteran broadcaster, Jonathan Dimbleby.


I know what it means to be an antisemite

By Angela Epstein, May 21, 2015

Standing by the crematoria at Auschwitz, Csanad Szegedi shivered with horror as he stared bleakly into a pit where the ashes of hundreds of thousands of Jews had once been so mercilessly discarded.

As a Jewish boy, trying to grapple with the magnitude of the crimes which took place on this blood-soaked soil, he felt, almost literally, as if he was gazing into the abyss.


Dimbleby Belsen report was almost silenced

By Angela Epstein, April 23, 2015

Broadcaster Jonathan Dimbleby told the audience at Manchester's Yom Hashoah ceremony that the BBC had not wanted to transmit his father's harrowing report from the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp.


Greece: Hooked on the classics

By Angela Epstein, March 26, 2015

It's lung-bashing stuff scaling the upper slope of Mount Lycabettus, the limestone thatdominates the Athenian skyline, about 900 feet above sea level.

In fact it demands so much of our reserves that we draw on every last drop of enthusiasm and stamina to make it to the top.


A Jewish voter's dilemma: Which tribe do I belong to?

By Angela Epstein, March 19, 2015

I've never been much good at making significant decisions. Ask my husband. It took a week for me to respond to his proposal of marriage - even though we'd been together for two years and I was, blush, potty about him.


So why are we such crashingly bad drivers?

By Angela Epstein, March 5, 2015

It was, by any standards, a spectacular manoeuvre. Despite the fact that the road was choked by double parking and school-run traffic, the female driver of an ageing Previa seemed unconcerned about the obstacles around her gatepost.


The kiddushof Christmas

By Angela Epstein, December 4, 2014

Oh, to have been inspired to write I Wish it Could Be Christmas Every Day. Every time I hear that song, I can't help but think of the ker-ching of Noddy Holder's bank balance. Not that I begrudge the Slade front-man one ha'penny of his royalties since I absolutely love this slice of brassy Yuletide pop.


My barmitzvah inspired the Martian invasion...

By Angela Epstein, November 6, 2014

The year was 1979. And, as secret peace negotiations were thrashed out at Camp David, Israeli television ran rolling coverage and analysis of the ground-breaking meeting that, it was hoped, would lead to peace with Egypt. Expectations were mixed.


Emotional blackmail of aliyah

By Angela Epstein, October 30, 2014

Idling along the Netanya sea front, soaking up the warmth of the Israeli sunshine, my dream-like state was suddenly shattered by a voice calling out from behind.


The Orthodox Jew who's Ukip's poster boy

By Angela Epstein, March 14, 2014

A few years ago, I was having a wash-and-blow in a newly opened hair salon, bang in the heart of Jewish north Manchester, when a woman who’d taught me at junior school came in. As she saw me, faint recognition flickered across her face, and turning to one of the stylists, she asked, not-so-sotto-voce (a privilege of the elderly), who I was.


When it comes to Shabbat worship, we have too much choice

By Angela Epstein, February 8, 2014

Election talk. It’s everywhere you go. No, not that election — well, not in my quiet corner of north Manchester. I’m talking about the election of a new rabbi currently taking place at my shul.

Well, actually, it’s not really an election. More of an audition, since we seem to have adopted a hustings-style approach to trying out potential candidates for size.


Come on Manchester, embrace this eruv

By Angela Epstein, January 12, 2014

At my nephew’s wedding in Israel a few years ago, the proud groom introduced me to the head of the Jerusalem yeshiva where he had once been a student.


Parties for boys, yes. Girls? No.

By Angela Epstein, October 25, 2013

In recent months, words and phrases previously unused by my nine-year-old daughter have begun to creep into her vocabulary. Most days, references to “marquees”,”chair covers” or “mirror balls” pepper her conversation with the panache of a seasoned party planner.


My mother’s singular aliyah

By Angela Epstein, September 18, 2013

It was, by all accounts, a “highly irregular” state of affairs. The business of assessing new Israeli immigrants, said the woman from the Interior Ministry, needed to be conducted from her office. Anyway, she had an aversion to hospitals.

But something clearly fluttered in this woman’s Jewish soul. And with only a little persuasion, she agreed to bend the rules.