I love pastries! Savory, sweet, spicy...doesn’t really matter, as long as they’re fresh and hot. When my son was a baby, I used to take him in his stroller for a walk in our neighborhood. We always had our must stop spots.
Category Archives: Pastry
3 Cheese, Spinach & Sun dried Tomatoes Puff Pastry Roulade
"What should we make for the graduation party?”I asked my better half when we sat in the backyard in one of June’s warm evenings. “There’s still a long time until he finish school” she answered, “not really, it’s June already” “well, maybe he should stay another year in high school…”
Cheesy Bites
When a phone call from my better half starts with "I know it's kind of last minute,” we both know what comes next. “What is it this time?” I asked, “it’s a meeting at work.” “When?” I asked, ״ this evening”, came the answer in a soft voice after not so short pause. “This evening? As in a few hours?”
Cinnamon Rolls
"Dad, can you make that cookie we ate at the mall?” asked my son. He didn’t need to elaborate, we both knew exactly which cookie he meant. We came to the US long before the container that we sent with the rest of our things, so we all went to the mall to buy some basic equipment. Obviously, we got lost.
Olives Cheese & Sumac Breadsticks
"Smells so good” said my better half as she got home after a long day at work. “I see you got back to use the present we bought you”. When we moved to the USA we couldn’t find any bread that we loved in our area, so one of the first presents my wife and kids bought me was a bread machine. “I’d like bread with garlic” said my older son “dad, I want bread with sunflower seeds” the young one add, “maybe you can make a rosemary dried tomato bread?” my better half asked.
Moroccan Yoyo Cookies
"What can I bring?” I asked our friends that invited us to a Hanukkah candle lighting party. “Whatever you feel like,” they answered, “we trust you to bring something tasty.” This is usually the answer when I ask what to bring, which challenges me every time to find something new and interesting to contribute.
Cheese Sambusak
I love pastries. Meat, cheese, fruit, sweet, salty… it doesn’t matter, as long as it’s wrapped with dough. In my childhood, pastries meant that Shabbat was here. You could smell the sweet aroma of bourekas that just came out of the oven already at the stairwell of my parents apartment.