It is a known fact that I can't cook, ask my family. I couldn't let my children starve, so off to Alfie the local butcher, to shmooz and pick up a roasted chicken for dinner. Since I didn't have to cook, and my husband is a mensch and did the dishes, I drew some doodles, and put them on a website. Matzoh Ball Mamaleh was the most obvious name I could think of, so that was that. 

If you need to buy a gift don't get all fermisht, Mamaleh has something for every boychick and madel.  A Meshuggah T-Shirt for crazy Uncle Harry, a Matzoh Ball Mamaleh bag for Aunt Esther to shlep a nosh for the kinderlach. Don’t forget a 100% Kosher Bib for your husband’s cousin’s wife on his father’s side, maybe twice removed, who knows, to wish them mazel tov on the birth of their baby.  

What did that cousin give your son for his Bar Mitzvah? Bubkes! Mamaleh says, you should be the better person. Send a gift anyway even though you never liked her mother.  

The good book says always listen to your Mamaleh!