There are soups for every season. This is a soup for winter. We are in the midst of Israeli winter at its most intense. It rained for three days straight, and oh, what rain! Some places even had a bit of snow. Fine, laugh. I know it’s not exactly winter …
One day when I was feeling particularly stir-crazy, I packed the baby into the carrier and took a bus down to the Levinsky Street market. There, we made our way through the narrow, crowded streets to Salimi, arguably the area’s best little restaurant for Persian food. Just the two of …
One of the things Israel lacks is Mexican and Tex-Mex food. We have plenty of ethnic food here, as I’ve noted before, but it tends to be from different ethnicities, those with more of a presence here. And we don’t have many Mexicans. That said, some of the key ingredients …
Little pomegranate jewels poke out from a jumble of shiny black lentils, resting on a tousled bed of greens — a lovely light meal that couldn’t be easier to prepare. And seasonal, too. It’s been a long few months — too long, perhaps, as this is the longest I’ve ever …
One of the ironies of the Israeli summer is pumpkin. Because when it’s so hot that you want to crawl out of your skin, there’s nothing more appealing than a steaming bowl of pumpkin soup. Or stewed pumpkin. Because this is when pumpkin (and other so-called “winter squashes”) are in …
Man, I’m tired. Blogging alongside a full-time job — I did it for years. Blogging with a small baby — yeah, managed that too. But blogging with a small baby after returning to work part-time — not so much. It’s not that I’m creating wonderfully creative things and not writing …
In the maze of gray buildings, carpentry shops, Escher-like stairways and metal scaffolding behind my office, you’ll find a little luncheon restaurant tucked away. Well, actually, you probably won’t find it. You have to know exactly where it is, and even then, you still might wind up searching for it. …
“What have you done this past week?” my husband asked rhetorically. “You gave birth. And then you made a loaf of bread.” “Two loaves,” I pointed out. “No one would believe you if you told them,” he finished. What can I say? This bread really is next to instant — …
Maybe it’s hereditary, but my son has already been to the Carmel market twice in his short life. Most recently, my parents strolled the neighboring streets with him while I ran through the shook, trying to cram as much beautiful produce into my cart as possible until time ran out …
Do these little plums not look like candy? Or maybe candies were modeled after these plums — small, round and bright-colored, they just make you want to reach out and grab a handful. But look out — they’re tart as can be. The many stone fruits coming into season include …
