Potatoes Stuffed with Ground Beef

 

As a kid, I loved potatoes. I could eat potatoes every single day. Schnitzel with mashed potatoes or potatoes cooked with beef or chicken were a gourmet meal for me. On days that mom cooked one of these dishes, I turned from a kid who ate nothing to one that finished everything on his plate only to ask for more.

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Meatballs in Fennel & Green Peas

 

When we go on vacation, especially in places we never been before, we love to experience and taste local dishes. Usually, we skip the “tourist restaurants” and look for small restaurants that locals dine at. Fortunately, all of us like to experience new flavors. The way my young son choose from the menu is by finding a dish he has never had before.

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Herbs Crusted Meatloaf with Chestnuts

 

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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Puff Pastry Ground Beef Roulade

 

 Puff pastry ground beef roulade was dad’s dish, meaning a dish that dad would prepare. He called it the lazy man’s bourekas. Usually, the kitchen was mom’s kingdom, but in times that dad took over the cooking, he used to prepare his signature dishes, and one of them was the roulade.

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Stuffed Drunk Turnip in Tamarind Sauce

 

 
 
“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

 

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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