There are these days when I’m staring at the refrigerator, thinking what to make for dinner. I look at the ingredients and they don’t really go with the chicken breast my better half defrosted in the morning. “What would you like to for dinner?”
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Artichoke Hearts Stuffed with Ground Beef
"So you really know how to cook?” asked Jezebel (an invented name) when we sat in the early hours of the morning in a small restaurant in Paris after a long, alcohol-filled night. I vaguely remembered that we spoke about food and cooking in the evening. I guess the alcohol in my blood made me feel at least like Gordon Ramsay because I answered “yes, I’m a great cook” trying to impress Jezebel.
Kubbeh in Squash Soup
There are people that when you tell them that there’s kubbeh soup for dinner, immediately you see a craving look in their eyes, and you can almost hear their stomach rumbling. One of these people is my better half
Stuffed Turkey Breast
Thanksgiving we celebrate with our extended family. It’s not an easy task to explain the relationship between the guests. One of the first times we celebrated together, my younger son took the video camera, went from one guest to another and asked “how are you related to me?”
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.
Zucchini Boats filled with Ground Fish in White Wine and Lemon Sauce
"I’ll make the first course” I told mom when she called to ask if we are coming to Rosh HaShanah dinner. “Really? “ she asked, “you don’t have to”. “I know i don’t have to” I replied, “I want to”. “Well, if you really want to, that’s ok, but you’ll have to make it here, in our place”.
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.