I believe that knowing a foreign language is a special privilege in life. Luckily for me, I have the advantage of knowing two. The first, Russian was ingrained into my brain from age zero since it was the primary language spoken in my home. When I entered preschool I didn’t know a word of English and was placed in the ESL (English as Second Language) group (thanks mom). My mother continued this torture known as learning the Russian language throughout my adolescence. Private Russian lessons were usually followed by inquiries and demands into knowing exactly I had done to be subjugated to such torture and what was driving her to ruin my life?
The last few weeks, Israel has been facing some tumultuous times, to say the least. By voluntarily choosing to live here, I proudly stand behind Israel’s right to exist, especially as a peaceful country. I try my hardest to stay out of political debates, as I believe I am not knowledgeable enough nor can I fully wrap my head around the surrealness of the situation. Continue reading
Patience, for all who may be wondering, is not a virtue of mine. I have spent my life rushing through things, just for the sake of getting them done. I tend to choose instant gratification over delayed gratification because that means I can get what I want immediately rather than waiting for an unknown period of time. Only recently have I come to understand how my aversion to patience has hurt rather than helped me. Continue reading
Last week, life unexpectedly threw me a lot of plums. What I mean by life is my boyfriend and by unexpectedly I mean that I asked him to bring me several plums from his family’s farm. He ended up bringing four full containers which roughly came out to being 200 pieces. These were the perfect kind of plums, dark reddish, sweet, juicy and slightly tart. After eating around fifty of them, I started to think about what I could do with the rest. Continue reading
Eyal Shani is totally nuts. As an Israeli celebrity chef, I have watched him wax philosophical about tomatoes for 20 minutes straight while judging a dish on Master Chef. I have read his menu at his restaurant North Abraxas, in which he describes a chicken that was caught on a special farm and then left in a pot overnight. What? Continue reading
Last year I wrote a blog post about Shavuot. A lot has changed since I wrote that investigative piece getting to the bottom of what the holiday is about. First, my love for cheese has continued to blossom – I am more into it than ever. Second, I have completely forgotten what Shavuot is about. Thoughts about Moses, Mt. Sinai and the Torah vaguely come to mind, but mostly I am drawing a blank. Continue reading
In the second installment of Bitches in the Kitchen, we are going to discuss a phenomenon I like to call: investing numerous hours into baking something very elaborate only to have left it on the counter and come home later to find that your dog has eaten it. We’ve all been there right? And could I really blame her? This is probably one of my favorite things that I have baked – ever. It’s so good that I am going to forewarn you all that you should not make this bread if you have no one to share it with. You will eat it all. Or your dog will eat it all. Continue reading