"What are you going to make?” asked my better half when I was wondering what to bring to an afternoon gathering with friends. “I don’t really know” I answered. When I run out of ideas what to cook, I go shopping.
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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.
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.
Moroccan Fish Patties in Tomato Sauce
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,
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.
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.
Eggplant Rolls Filled with Ground Beef in Tomato Sauce
For years, the relationship between me and eggplants was to simply ignore each other. It was invisible to me. I’d pass an eggplant’s stall at the farmer's market and wouldn't even notice it. When someone would make an eggplant dish i’d ignore it as if it didn’t exist.