A few years ago, my husband and I discovered a bizarre phenomenon. After a few days of everything he ate tasting bitter, my husband decided to Google this weird sensation in his mouth. What he found was a bunch of articles and hundreds of comments about the connection between pine nuts from China and the bitter taste. Apparently he was not the only one. The sensation started a day or two after he had pasta with pesto sauce in a good Italian restaurant in New York. A year later, the same thing happened to my sister and I after we had a salad with pine nuts. After we finished the salad, I joked and said to my sister, “I hope the pine nut are not from China.” She was skeptical, but two days later we both had this awful bitterness in our mouth. Since then – and since Spanish pine nuts are expensive ($28 per lbs. at Whole Foods!) – I now use pumpkin seeds, slightly roasted, in place of pine nuts. The taste is slightly different, but just as excellent as traditional pesto.
Pancakes alway make me think of my Gayer family. Every weekend, David (my best friend’s dad, whom I lived with during my youth) used to make the best pancakes in the world. Who knew that fifteen years later, I would be making them for my kids… Thank you, David, for introducing me to real pancakes! (When I was a teenager in Israel, there was one pancake restaurant not far away from where we lived, but it was nothing like David’s!) I probably loved them as much as my kids love them now. In our house, it’s a Sunday morning ritual. Sometimes I let the kids make them. Continue reading
This recipe was inspired by Martha Stewart’s book Great Food Fast. However, My kids were not as inspired by or interested in this tart as their friend, who dubbed it “Zucchini Pizza” and asked me to add some extra parmesan to cover all traces of zucchini. (I decided not to mention anything about the leek!) The friend ate his “pizza” — half excited, half skeptical — while my sometimes picky eaters stuck to their salads. If they only knew how good it was! Sometimes they are so stubborn! Never mind, the left overs (immediately inserted into a container, straight into the freezer) will be happily eaten tomorrow at lunch, with a green salad on the side. Continue reading
It was Leo who came up with the idea of sharing what we eat every day with the rest of the world (after he suggested again that we open a restaurant for kids who have parents that don’t know how to cook, and I said it’s a good idea, but running a restaurant is a big headache.)
Unfortunately, I don’t have the time to post a full recipe everyday, so I’ve decided that I will post just a title, picture, and short comment for our “Dish of the Day.” If you’re interested in the recipe, just ask in the comments below!
Luckily, both my husband and I work mostly from home, so our big meal is lunch (like it used to be in Israel, when lunch was the main meal, and dinner was a light meal). It’s more of a late lunch, when both kids are back home from school at 3pm. It is nice to be able to have a big meal during the day and not at night. It also works better for my food photography – it allows me to take nice pictures before it gets dark! Continue reading
Last week I made a big mistake. Instead of making my grandmother’s same old white bean soup that I usually make, I made a Tuscan-style white bean soup with kale. But the kids refused to eat it, even though I served it to them without the kale. I didn’t realize it would make such a big difference to them. I thought, as long as it’s white bean soup… Never again!
So yesterday, Leo asked me, “Mommy, can you please make red white bean soup today? Not the one you made last week. I only like the spicy red one.” And that is what I made for lunch, the same red, spicy soup they love.
Sometimes I have to rein in my creative impulses in order to have some peace of mind – knowing my kids are eating real food gives me peace of mind. Besides, I love this soup as much as they do. After all, it was my childhood favorite soup, too.
For those of you who are not familiar with them, Burekas are a common Middle Eastern stuffed pastry. Especially popular in Israel, where you can buy them on every street corner. They’re flaky and crunchy, and usually filled with cheese or vegetables. Not sophisticated at all, but delicious and irresistible. (When I make them, I always burn my tongue because of my impatience to eat them! Try to let them cool before you are tempted to take a bite) It is not the healthiest dish in the world, but not so bad, either.