Her Food Network show was getting stale, they said. People were sick of southern cooking, they said.
Reinvent yourself, they said.
Fine, she thought. I’ll give ’em something they’ll never expect. I’m gonna start cooking Eastern European Jewish food.
Amazingly, it worked. She was in demand like never before. Her chicken soup with matzohballs was a sensation, her rugelach a crowd pleaser. Books featuring her recipes for chopped liver and gribenes flew off the shelves. Even Michael Symon and Bobby Flay started cooking brisket with onions.
But disaster struck when critics rendered an exceptionally harsh judgment against Paula Deen Kasha.
[There’s a bilingual pun hidden in this story. Can you find it?]