It’s 2005. I have just moved to Israel. I wake up on foam mattress on the floor of my friend’s three room apartment. A small three room apartment that is home to seven people. As...
Read More →Barbeque, as I found out the hard way, is more than hot dogs and hamburgers cooked outdoors over a disposable grill. When I was growing up, the height of summer was marked by a drive...
Read More →This week’s menu didn’t quite go to plan. We went from intimate “one-pot” dinner to cooking for ten, plus kids and I thank our freezer for defrosting mid-week for the feast we’re going to enjoy...
Read More →I grew up on the coast. Never did I imagine I’d move to an ocean-less city, and recently, I’ve been missing the smell of that salty sea air. There really isn’t an ocean close than...
Read More →The Jewish New Year, Rosh HaShana, has passed, and with it, the first of three multi-day eating marathons of the season been completed. You see, the Jewish New Year is not celebrated in the same...
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