I found a post from three years ago that I somehow forgot to post! The boys were so small and so cute. My god I miss them toddlers, I never thought I would. I already forgot how intense it was to travel with them for three months and then leave our good life in Los Angeles and move to Mallorca, Spain. We suffer from a serious nomadic disorder. We can’t sit still. Maybe one day we will find the place that will cure us, perhaps old age will cure it. Now we are Israel, we moved here six months ago from Mallorca but… we’re already scouting for a new location. May the force be with us xxs
The best thing about them is that they are low in sugar and easy to make. The worst thing is that you can’t stop eating them. If you love your cookies very sweet then you should add 1-2 tablespoons powdered sugar to the dough. We love the contrast between the slightly salty dough and the sweet filling. It’s like a toast with butter and jam but moist and flaky. Continue Reading…
“What else can we make –beside orange marmalade and orange juice – with all the oranges we steal?” We only rob trees that belong to stingy people. Those who’d rather let their fruits rot on the ground than give them away. If you ask me, they are the ones committing a crime, not me.
Imagine you’re doing a hike when suddenly, in the middle of nowhere, you see a sign:
Tartes, Quiches, Zumo, Cafe
I don’t know about you but I would be ecstatic.
Now that we live in Mallorca, I hike often to Son Mico and each time I do the walk to there I feel grateful and very alive. Not only because I get to eat Ines’s extra delicious cakes but also because I am surrounded by stunning, wild landscapes, breathing fresh air and moving my body. Continue Reading…
Cauliflower is such a boring veggie, right? It is – unless you roast it like this, or chop it finely and make a beautiful, rich salad, like this one. I promise, after you try these recipes, you’ll start cooking it more often.
FYI, You do not need New York water to make New York-style bagels. It’s a myth. Any tap water will do. Bagels are not a New York invention. They were made by European Jewish immigrants long before they arrived in New York.
After my mother confirmed that she was coming to visit in July, I immediately started to search for cheap airfare somewhere in Europe (I normally use Google Flights or Skyscanner). It’s been a while since Z and I travelled without our boys. I knew I wanted to fly to Italy but wasn’t sure where in Italy. I found a round trip ticket from Palma to Bologna for €60 so I booked it. I didn’t know much about Bologna, beside that it’s a university town and that it hosts a large children book fair. I had a feeling it would have good vibe and good food. I thought about Rome but I heard that the summer there it’s too hot and too crowded. Continue Reading…
A shower thought:
If there’s a Vegetarian Festival in Phuket, a Herring Festival in Denmark, a Pizzafest in Naples, and a Dumpling Festival in Hong Kong, then there should definitely be a Kubbeh Festival in Jerusalem.
While browsing my pictures folder, I bumped into the photos from our trip to Florence last summer, which I had completely forgotten about. Although we were there for only a couple of days, we managed to see a lot, eat (mostly) Italian pastries and gelatos, and take quite a lot of pictures.
People who know me know that I am a serial city lover. I fall in love with any city that has a bit of culture and plenty of good things to eat. So, of course, I fell in love with Florence on my first visit – anybody would – but the difference between me and most people is that I immediately want to move in and spend the rest of my life there. If Z hadn’t insisted on sticking with the plan to move to Mallorca, I would probably have started to look for an apartment in Florence. Continue Reading…
I love potatoes and 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 thing you can have in the winter, a clothes dryer is first! – we roast them quite often.
Potatoes may not be as sophisticated as artichokes but they comfort like the comforter we bought last week at Ikea. Oh, by the way: We moved again! (in Mallorca!) We moved from our apartment in the old town of Palma to a cute Mallorquine townhouse in a beautiful village in the mountains (Serra De Tramountana), only twenty minutes away from Palma and ten degrees colder. Continue Reading…
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. Continue Reading…
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
- lack of concentration.
Today I decided it would be a shame not to post it, because it’s the kind of recipe anyone who is looking to expand their vegetable repertoire should know about. Continue Reading…
I thought that by the New Year we would be settled down but unfortunately we are not. The apartment we found and rented (through Idealista.com) two months ago in the old town in Palma was only gorgeous at first sight. Two weeks after we moved in we saw it for what it was. A serious pluming problem and a domineering landlord who lives next door and breathes down our necks.
As much as we love the area and the idea of settling down quickly, we decided to look for a new place. Which now consumes most of our time. I had great intentions to post on a weekly basis, but until we find a new home, I don’t see how I can make it happen.
For now I am sharing with you some vibrant pictures I took one Sunday at the market in Santa Maria, which is my favorite outdoor market here in Mallorca.
Enjoy the rest of the week and the holiday break. If you had any.
I wish you an extraordinary year! May all your New Year resolutions come true.
Shelly Continue Reading…
Research has shown that moving is more stressful than getting a divorce or a new job. So why the f*** do I do it, on average, every three years? Because I always forget how painful it is. For me moving is like giving birth: I only remember the beautiful, exciting moments. If, each time we moved, we had made a child instead, we’d have twelve kids by now. But also because I’m addicted to the feeling of being enchanted by a new place, a new culture, new foods and produce, a new language, or just by having an opportunity to reinvent myself. Maybe to become a little less “Shoody” – a nickname a good friend of mine gave me, it’s a combination of “Shelly” and “Woody” (as in Woody Allen) and “should.” Continue Reading…
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, so stay tuned. Continue Reading…
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 had about two cups of cooked black beans that I mixed with onion, herb and spices that I wanted to make veggie burger with but couldn’t because I over-processed the beans and added a large egg, which made the mixture too mushy to form patties.
The first time I had a burger was in the beginning of nineties, in Israel. It was soon after I moved in with my twin friends. David, their New Yorker dad/excellent cook made them for lunch.
The first time I had a veggie burger was in 2000 at a restaurant in New York. I don’t remember in which restaurant but I remember it was disgusting. Ten years later I decided to give it another try. It was when we moved to Los Angeles, at a burger joint, The Counter. That time I wasn’t disappointed.
I came back from Larchmont Farmers’ Market starving. I dug out an avocado, watermelon radish and microgreens from my shopping bags and in less then five minutes made myself this beautiful, nutritious sandwich. Continue Reading…
Alex: Mommy, if Anthony Bourdain came over to dinner at our house, do you think he would like your food?
Me: I think he would, but he might need to go eat some pork belly or lobster fat afterwards.
I actually have a few things I wanted to say to Mr. Bourdain: Continue Reading…