Category Archives: Main cours

Herbs Crusted Meatloaf with Chestnuts

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To my joy, everybody in my home is a foodie. One of the things we like to do most as a family is to try new dishes. The feeling that I am about to taste something I’ve never had before gives me a thrill of pleasure as well as to my wife and two of my worst critics, my teenager and my millennial.

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Chicken in Olives and Lemon

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There are certain dishes that I relate to specific events or holidays. There are those with an obvious connection like Mufleta ( Moroccan pastry) with the day after Passover or Honey cake for Rosh Hashana. Others go with a few dates like burekas to both Shabbat and the Jewish festival of Shavuot, or sweet Moroccan cigars served at the end of Yom Kippur and on Hanukkah, and then there are the everyday dishes.

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Moroccan Fish Patties in Tomato Sauce

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One of the strongest memories of my childhood years is my mom standing next to the table in our small, narrow kitchen. At the end of the table is a cast iron meat grinder, edging slightly passed the side of the table. Beneath the opening of the grinder is a deep bowl. Next to the grinder there were plates with onions cut into quarters, garlic cloves, parsley, cilantro, slices of bread that were soaked in water and squeezed, and of course, meat. Except on Fridays, on Fridays, pieces of fillet of fish replaced the meat. As if in a ceremony,
  

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Stuffed Drunk Turnip in Tamarind Sauce

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“What is it?” my younger son asked me, looking at the plate I placed in front of him. “Lefet” I answered. “Lefet?” he repeated after me with a puzzled look. “Turnip” I said, “Turnip in Hebrew is Lefet”. Even though he speaks Hebrew fluently and when needed he can read and write too, there are still words that I have to translate for him.
 

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Tanzia

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Tanzia we ate at grandma’s, my father’s mother, the one my sister is named after. In our family, there are three Shimons, two Hannas and two Shulas, so whenever one mentioned the name Shimon it was always accompanied with uncle Moshe’s Shimon or Aunt Simmi’s Shimon. For some of my cousins I am still uncle Shalom’s Shimon today.
 
 

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Chicken Patties in Lemon and Cilantro

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There are those days that Murphy comes to visit you. Those days where anything that can go wrong, goes wrong. It’s not about major crises, it’s just that everything you planned goes the wrong way. It was supposed to be a state of the art planned and productive day. And then, FedEx delivers the wrong package...

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