Feta Baked with Tomatoes & Thyme
Once upon a time we lived in New York City, had no kids and no use for our kitchen. We had our breakfasts at our second homes Cafe Mogador or Cafe Gitane. Z used to get the baked feta and…
Once upon a time we lived in New York City, had no kids and no use for our kitchen. We had our breakfasts at our second homes Cafe Mogador or Cafe Gitane. Z used to get the baked feta and…
I love potatoes! Anything that is made with potatoes. From Russian potato salad to tortilla Española to Belgian pommes frites to campfire potatoes. Now that we have a fireplace – the second-best invention after a dryer – we bake them…
When baking sweet potatoes, the high heat causes their moisture to evaporate, and leaves their skin caramelized like candy – which is delicious – but overly sweet for me, so I like to mix them with spicy, sour or nutty flavors to reduce the sweetness.
I had started to write this post in the summer, while we where visiting Israel, but never finished it for the same reasons I haven’t been able to start or finish any posts since leaving Los Angeles back in June; lack of time, lack of motivation…
We’re moving! Again? Where to? I can’t tell you yet. You’ll have to wait for my next post. But I’ll give you a hint… It’s a small island in Spain. But before we settle down, we will do some traveling,…
Honestly, I don’t know what to call this dish. I think Kibbeh is the most appropriate name for it other then experimenting with black beans – I was trying to make veggie burger but I over-processed the beans and added a large egg, which made the mixture too mushy to…
I discovered this delicious dish at a Thanksgiving dinner at friends’. I could tell immediately that it was right up my alley – humble yet sophisticated, and charming. My friend found it in the New York Times cooking section. As…
Yes, I am alive, and today, after six hectic months, I can finally say, ‘alive and well.’ I survived the move from our two-bedroom-one-bathroom townhouse to a three-bedroom-three-bathroom townhouse! Two-and-a-half bath, technically. Now we each have our own bathroom, almost.
Most of the Moroccan Jews I know, including my mother and siblings, would never ever make any Shabbat or holiday dishes on a weekday, and vice versa. My mother, for example, would never make matbucha, a spicy tomato jam, or…
Harissa with a twist – or as Z calls it “Mexican Harissa.” It’s my mother’s recipe but I decided to experiment so I added two chipotle peppers (I bought a bag at the supermarket in Playa Del Carmen, Mexico but you can find them at any Latino…
Yesterday was a fucking, terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. It’s started with a blood test (I hate blood tests, they make me insanely paranoid). It continued with a call to Cigna, our health insurance. I don’t know what is worse, the part that…
This is one of many cooked vegetable dishes, known as ‘salads’ or ‘salatim,’ which my mother prepares every Friday for the Shabbat dinner. It’s actually the second-favorite dish after matbucha in our household. The term ‘salad’ might seem confusing for…
It’s one of those dishes that never makes it to the dining table. As soon as it comes out of the oven, the boys start to nibble on it. It’s crunchy, slightly sweet, smokey and addictive.