Fish. The word sounds like letting air out of a tire. It smells like somewhere I shouldn’t be. Just seeing the word on the page makes me sit back a little farther. When I was two years old, my mom gave me tuna, I broke out in a body rash, and a handful of years …
I’ve heard the story about my dad’s first day of kindergarten at least a dozen times. He was ready for the day. Excited even. But then he talked in class and was banished to the corner. It was cruel. He barely made it out alive. When the final bell rang, he ran to his mom after class …
Cooking in someone else’s home is hard. You don’t know which knife is the best. You’re uncharacteristically clean. You’re unsure whether you can just rinse a cup that was only, sorta, kinda used or if you really have to use soap. The burners never get hot fast enough, the oven gets hot too quickly, and …
You know how movies that feature a handful of A-list celebrities are almost always a flop? It makes sense – no one can shine when everyone is great. Food really isn’t like that though. I’m not saying that you should add white chocolate to Babaganoush because you love chocolate and you love eggplant and you …
It was clockwork. January 1st hit and my spam transformed from SF deals to 7-day detox diets, 2-day slim down plans, and instructions for “clean eating” in 2013. But this is not a post about New Years Resolutions. This salad doesn’t have anything to do with the frozen fudge squares on my lap or the …
my jerusalem kitchen 