NEW YORK—On a crisp autumn morning, I duck into the warmth of Ron and Leetal Arazi’s Brooklyn home to be greeted with cheerful smiles and a breakfast spread.
There’s a log of tender poppy seed babka, from Leetal’s mother, who is visiting from Israel; warm slices of challah, laid beside butter and homemade quince and apricot jams; and hot Moroccan spiced tea, steeped with fresh mint from the garden and lightly sweetened with honey.
