I know what you’re thinking: Um, Lauren, this post is about a month overdue. It’s not warm where I live anymore. Well, allow me gloat for just a moment. Because the weather is pri-taaay, pri-taaaay nice in San Francisco these days. Now, whether or not you can get the wording right the first time, we have …
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 …
Anyone who has ever bought strawberries in Israel can attest to the sad, short-lived fate of this fruit here. I don’t know what they put on them, or how long it takes them to get from the ground to the market, but something has gone very, very wrong. And maybe I’m just a sucker, but …
I read somewhere that Basbousa, in Arabic, means “just a kiss.” So that’s cute. “Just a kiss cake.” It goes by many other names, as well, Namourah, Harisseh, Revani/Ravani and Sooji. If that’s any indication how delicious it is, lots of different countries have claimed it as their own. Basbousa is honestly one of the …
You feel that in your mouth? Those are your salivary glands screaming, “Feed me!” Wow, this was insanely delicious, especially after I gave up trying to keep it “healthy” and just doused it with a second round of syrup. For Baklava, either indulge, or don’t even bother. This recipe worked amazingly, but you can substitute …
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