If you follow blogs and food media, you've probably seen countless recipes for ice creams and ice pops, bbqs and stone fruits, and oh the berries. All quintessentially summer and it isn't even officially summer. It gets me excited, yet dizzy and maybe even deflated. Because I can't ever keep up. And as much as I'm in touch with my reality and even happy within it, I still somehow feel like I should. I'm forever an idealist. Between life, kids, magazine deadlines, and catching my breath, I'm left with a slow blogging schedule that brims on unintentionally sluggish. So I've come up with a solution. I'll be sharing some of the recipes I've written for a magazine I've been contributing. The posts will be short, sweet and delightful.
June 14, 2016
May 30, 2016
May 13, 2016
I remember my seven year old self squabbling with my mother over what I'd eat for dinner. It was a sticky summer night, typical of Israel, we were on vacation visiting family, and all I wanted to eat was greasy, addicting fast food. Every. Night. Those burger and fries from Burger Ranch were the most exciting thing in my eyes, and though my mother justifiably disapproved, I knew I could harp on her weakness. If I begged enough, she always gave in, because that Jewish-mother-food-obsession gene is strong in her. She would go to great lengths to make sure I ate something, anything.
As such, I've never felt debilitating hunger. I've never worried about a bare fridge. I realize even more the blessing that is when I read that 1 in 7 Americans struggle with hunger. That's huge, and pitiful. So Whitney from JewHungry collaborated with Mazon and brought together bloggers to raise awareness. She challenged us to create a meal that costs less than $5 a serving. Avocado toast with some kind of egg was the first thing that came to mind.She brought it to my attention and it truly is a must. Overall, this combo is what I eat many mornings and it powers me through until the late afternoon. I could eat for any meal and every meal. At a meager $3 a serving, it's economical, quick, easy, delicious, and filling.
fry my eggs but this time I attempted to go for the more delicate soft boiled egg. With a light prick of a fork, the silky, gentle flesh reveals the warm yolk. It pools all over the avocado mash and takes this whole situation up a notch. It took me a few attempts to get the right consistency. With the method below, I now get the perfect soft boil egg, every time. A noteworthy accomplishment given the amount of eggs I've used in the attempt.
Meanwhile, check what these bloggers came up with on such a tight budget:
April 20, 2016
I’m a minimalist. I really believe I am. This time of year I’m blazing through my home, on a mission to rid our space of crumbs, and reality hit me that maybe that simplicity I crave eludes me. I went on a decluttering spree a few months ago, a little after the baby was born, and I thought I triumphed over the trinkets and things. Apparent by the garbage bags currently lining my entrance, there are more. I wonder how things, stuff, objects, stealthily make their way in. I could blame the kids, they’re an easy target, but really it’s me. Somehow the line between want and need gets blurred and I let my wants become needs. And looking around, they’re taking more space than I have to offer. Cognitive dissonance, for sure. Or maybe selective minimalism? Is that a thing? It could be a thing. Yesterday, I stared at a madeleine pan I got four years ago which I’ve baked with once and wondered how it passes my scrutiny year after year. I kept it. Maybe because of guilt, maybe because I’m hopeful, maybe because one day I will find it worthwhile to bake 12 seashell-shaped pound-cake-type of cookies instead of a more pragmatic loaf that serves a crowd and is much closer to what my life needs right now. So it’s still here; part clutter, part utensil.