A brief meditation on the bias of second-fiddle words
Read MoreA quixotic effort to infuse Tel Aviv culture with a tad of soul
Read MoreA modest proposal for changing the Seder #2 fare
Read More(not that it has much competition, frankly)
Read MoreIf you’ve got the money, honey, I’ve got the time
Read MoreA Meditation on one guest’s unsolicited review.
Read MoreMy God, What Have I Done
Read MoreA far cry from balling the Jack
Read More(with apologies to Coleridge)
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Read More“Please don’t make anything too spicy or too sweet.”
Read MoreCan’t keep my mind on nuthin’ else (with apologies to Percy Sledge)
Read MoreSometimes there seem to be voids that nothing can fill
Read More(I’m afraid it may be a lost art.)
Read MoreMartin, a good friend of mine said last year, I’ve found a good source for sustainable packaging.
Read MoreI really have no business cooking this dish in Tel Aviv
Read MoreOne of my absolute top frustrations about cooking soul food in Tel Aviv is that the vocabulary, not to mention the interest in and tolerance of all things spicy is VERY LIMITED.
Read MoreBlind-baking a pie shell for a key lime pie hit me from out of nowhere.
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