Aunt Sarah: This posts’s for you. Over the weekend my aunt texted me to say that a local bakery had a killer pizza that day. As soon as I read the words “roasted fennel” and “balsamic vinegar” my tongue got all hot, my mouth suddenly  felt parched and my peanut butter & jelly sandwich that …

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It seems like virtually ever culture has some version of a ball of dough stuffed with meat. In Israel, kubbeh is the meat-stuffed dough ball of choice served in either a sour, lemony broth or a tomato/beet based broth with veggies and kubbeh balls. In Latin America, kubbeh = empanada. And in San Francisco, Mexican …

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If I think it’s yummy, please don’t call it yucky. I know I’m sounding childish right now, but there’s something about the topic of brussels sprouts that just makes me wanna throw a tantrum and suck my thumb. You know that question philosophy professors always ask, “If a tree falls in a forest and no …

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Sigh. I made it through my first week of law school. And, side note: I promise this blog will not turn into my “law school diaries.” But, for the first time in ten days or so, I’m not hopelessly wandering through the fog of summary judgments and direct verdicts and the only question on my …

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So, my first day of law school begins in about an hour. Taking a couple years off has been great for me, but at times many people have asked if I was nervous that it would be hard to get back “into the groove.” What they were really asking was if I was nervous that …

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I hope you didn’t think I forgot about you! But moving from friend’s house to friend’s house and sleeping on an air mattress in this friend’s newly rented & empty apartment hasn’t really lent itself to a whole lot of cooking. Or enjoyment. In the last week, Adam and I have looked at 20+ apartments …

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I am writing to you now from Ben Gurion airport, all packed up and with one final bag of trail mix put together from my favorite spice shop in the shuk. When I go through Israeli airport security, my fiance, Adam, knows how much I usually love the interrogation and level of detail the security …

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Whenever something breaks in my apartment, I feel really bad calling my landlord and asking him to come down to fix it. Despite being jolly, helpful and never making me feel bad, I always feel guilty for disturbing him. When I dropped 10+ cups of dry rolled-oats behind my fridge the other day, and they …

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I hope my grandma isn’t following my blog. I’m scared what might happen if she finds out that after finally learning how to make khoresht fesenjan, a Persian delicacy, I went and turned it into a pizza sauce. When my fiance, Adam, first met my dad’s family at a Hannukah party, my uncle brought out …

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If you are a woman, or if you’ve ever been one, you likely don’t remember that last time you ordered a regular muffin, a brioche, or stared at the pasty whiteness of an egg white omelette, threw your arms up and shouted out to your server, “Bring me the maple scone!” And even though Beyonce …

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