Weekday Meals

I decided to share our weekly food photos in a blog post instead of Facebook. Not because I don’t like Facebook (ah, who am I kidding, I hate it), but because I always get this feeling that as soon as I move on to write...

I had one long and crazy day today, in which,amongst other things, I became AN AUNT!! I can’t even begin to explain how nerve wrecking it is when your little sister gives birth for the first time. This tiny creature who used to follow you...

When I was first asked to cater a Hawaiian party, I was a bit reluctant. I've never been to Hawaii, and all I could imagine (aside from golden surfer dudes) was mangos and pineapples. Researching the matter scared me even more, as all I could...

You know those days, where you plan on doing something, posting a recipe for a (wild) example, and something will stop you from doing it every five minutes or so? That’s the day I’m having today. Not in a bad way I guess, as the...

A few months ago Mr. Cute and I sat down to watch a documentary I’ve been meaning to watch for a while now, Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead. I don’t consider myself to be fat (although I definitely managed to collect some winter-speck this winter),...

I’ve had a lot of great mentors when it comes to cooking, mom, grandma, three aunts who are amazing cooks. So when I first saw this baby-face who went by the name of The Naked Chef, I was already very familiar with the kitchen. But...

One of the only Swiss foods I’ve adopted to our family menu is the lovely Muesli. Of course I wouldn't be me if I didn’t make a few changes here and there to upgrade it to the most delicious power food ever. [caption id="attachment_434" align="alignleft" width="150"]...

I was crazy enough to think that heading to Germany for some snow gear for the boys, with the boys, was a good idea. But heading there when there are terrible driving conditions outside (non-stop snow, well below freezing, plus it took us no less...

​​Growing up in Israel, I found myself at grandma’s house (and in her kitchen) a big chunk of my childhood years. Grandma didn’t have time to greet people at the door with a “hello” or “how are you?”. The first question she’d ask as soon...

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