What happens when someone abandons their blog for two months and then makes a meek attempt to creep back in and pretend they were never gone? You just go with it, okay? Also, what happens when someone still tries to make a 2014 year review happen at the end of January 2015? You give them a second strike and hope that their white shakshuka recipe can make up for the unforgivable sins that are about to be committed. Continue reading
A few weeks ago, while listening to Beyonce’s “Drunk in Love” for the 36th time in a row, I noticed her saying, and I quote, “I’ve been drinking watermelon.” I wasn’t totally sure that’s what she had said so I asked a friend who was also not sure. There was a crisis on my hands and since I didn’t think to google the lyrics of the song, by the grace of god I came across this awesome video verifying that yes, Beyonce was in fact singing about drinking watermelon. Continue reading
I believe that knowing a foreign language is a special privilege in life. Luckily for me, I have the advantage of knowing two. The first, Russian was ingrained into my brain from age zero since it was the primary language spoken in my home. When I entered preschool I didn’t know a word of English and was placed in the ESL (English as Second Language) group (thanks mom). My mother continued this torture known as learning the Russian language throughout my adolescence. Private Russian lessons were usually followed by inquiries and demands into knowing exactly I had done to be subjugated to such torture and what was driving her to ruin my life?
The last few weeks, Israel has been facing some tumultuous times, to say the least. By voluntarily choosing to live here, I proudly stand behind Israel’s right to exist, especially as a peaceful country. I try my hardest to stay out of political debates, as I believe I am not knowledgeable enough nor can I fully wrap my head around the surrealness of the situation. Continue reading
When I moved into my apartment two years ago, I was most excited about my proximity to the Carmel market. The move coincided with my growing interest in cooking, so I felt as if the stars had aligned to bring the shuk (Hebrew slang for “open air market”) and I closer together. Calling it a farmers market is a huge stretch, but sometimes I call it that when I’m trying to feel fancy. The place dates back to the 1920s and I don’t think much has been done to improve it. There are rumors floating around that a big renovation is in the works, but I am kind of into the way it looks now. I liken visits to the market to be sort of playing a video game, navigating through the narrow streets, trying to find what you need in your limited time frame. As I got to know the market better, my ability to quickly get what I need improved. Now I’m able to get in and out with an almost expert speed. Continue reading