Once upon a time there was a young princess, Sassy. One day, on the bus to Eilat, she met a fiery young man who turned out to be a superhero. After a wonderful courtship he proposed on a mountaintop in the Galil. They were married on a cold March evening near Jerusalem, and settled on a moshav near the airport, so near, in fact, that sometimes a landing plane would snag their laundry line. But they didn’t care, because they had perfected the secret to living happily ever after. Do you want to know what it is?
Hey, remember my friend Yaara? She’s launched Rasta Pasta, her own cottage industry (literally) and has entered a recipe contest. If what you see in the picture is something you’d like to try, read on and get the recipe.
Come on, people, help a friend help a friend out!
Meet Jean Roth.
One of my oldest friends once told me that I could be Martha Stewart. But aside from the cooking (and a little bit of knitting and crocheting), I’m totally useless at crafts. I’ve never met Jean in person, and to tell you the truth, I can’t even remember where I met her on the Net, but it’s a good thing I did, because Jean is so good at crafts, she even sells them online, and for real money!
If it can go wrong, it will.
Take the picture above, for example. I was out with a bunch of hungry bloggers one evening and this was on the menu at the restaurant. Since my friend Toby has a blog featuring jewels such as this one, I snapped a pic on my phone and sent it to her. Now that I needed the picture for my own blog post, I couldn’t find it. Luckily, I just hopped over to Toby’s blog and snatched it back.
I wish all of my life could be this easy. But “man plans, God laughs” seems to be the theme song of my life. Take last Friday night for example…
Tonight is the beginning of Israel’s 64th birthday celebrations. All over the country people gather together in public parks to listen to music, dance a little, watch the fireworks and basically party. And tomorrow? Tomorrow the whole country heads outdoors for the national sport of Israel, barbecuing, or in other words, the art of mangal.
We get together with our friends in Ra’anana every year, and it can become a bit rowdy…
I am a classic second generation Holocaust survivor.
My third generation kids are unabashedly Jewish and unabashedly Israeli and I so wish my parents were around to see how I have raised my phoenixes out of the fires and ashes of the camps.