Safra-Knit

I’m not sure how I stumbled across it, but Batzek Alim (בצק אלים) translated as Filo Dough is one of the loveliest cooking websites I’ve ever seen.  With pictures and text they give you a step by step description of how to make a variety of foods.

The recipes today were for Tzatziki with homemade crackers. Every picture is more beautiful than the next.  My favorite part is that they give you a visual shot with everything labeled. 

From the grated cucumbers down to the salt and pepper, they show you what is in the recipe, and how it should look when chopped or grated or sliced.

 

 

Another recipe for homemade chocolate pudding gave information about how different amounts of cornstarch would affect the final results.  From this I learned the words for different sizes of teaspoons (flat, regular, generous?, heaping).

 

 

Anyway, with Shavuot tomorrow, you may want to take a look at this beautiful site…even if you don’t know Hebrew.  

 
Updates:  Thanks to Yael in the comments for the correct translation of Batzek Alim as "Puff Pastry", and also to Sharon for another good site.  Another note..the third teaspoon I corrected to heaping teaspoon.  My english is truly failing me.

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• On the needles: Elisa Nest Tote (in the home stretch)

While leaving work today, I got in an elevator with another employee of the University (who I know by sight, but not by name).  He was pushing a cart with fresh apricots, fresh cherry tomatoes, and peanuts. 

 I commented about the odd mix of food and he asked me if I liked apricots.  I said yes, and he offered me some.   I took one, and he said take more.  I took three, and he reminded me to say "Shehecheyanu" if I hadn’t eaten them yet this year.  And by the way, he isn’t religious (at least in appearance).

 It is just nice…

• On the needles: Elisa Nest Tote (still)

Took the kids to the street festival on Emek Refaim. 

I took the girls out for ice cream early in our trip.  At Aldo, I got them us a Belgian waffle with two scoops of ice cream (Twix and Ferro Rocher if you have to ask.)  Before the middle one started eating I said to her "just remember the sugar is going to make you jump, so no jumping in the street."  She asked me where the sugar was…I didn’t even know what to say. 

 As soon as she finished her last bite, she got up and ran for the door.  I asked her where she was going, and she said she was just going to dance by the door.  Was I right, or was I right?!

Anyway, the previous day, we had seen some dancers from Taranula Dance Group rehearsing in the park, and they told us they would be performing at the fair.  Watching them dance was really interesting, especially for the eldest.  They really use their whole bodies, but it isn’t sexualized.

 You can see more here.  It is in Hebrew, but I think you can get enough of a feel for it even without knowing Hebrew.

Dang, tried twice to embed, it just isn’t happening.  Here is the link..take a look.

• On the needles: Elisa Nest Tote

My husband has been complaining that I save all the jars in our house…this is the perfect pattern to hide them put them to good use.  The only problem is that I’d have to figure out the measurements…and that requires work.  This would also work as well for covering cans, or anything.  The danger of glass jars would be the three small children who live here.

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• On the needles: Elisa Nest Tote

I’m not sure how my situation would compare to what one would have in the US.  You can be the judge..

 This morning, my little one put out her arms and said "up…peeeze", so I grabbed her by the arms, and lifted her up.  She immediately started crying, and I had a sense that I had screwed up.

 She kept fussing, but was calmer, so I brought her to childcare and told her caregiver, that there might be a problem.  Before I had even finished dropping off the middle one, the caregiver called.  So at 8:00 the story begins…

 I first went straight to the medical clinic nearest our house, where our pediatrician works.  First the secretary said nobody could help til the afternoon, and then the other secretary said that the pediatrician would be in in 5 minutes (8:30).  He apologized to me and said this is something he doesn’t do, and I would have to go to the main clinic to the orthopedist. 

So, I get her back in the car, and start driving to down town to the main clinic.  I get there about 9:00 and am seen by the orthopedist almost immediately.  The Arab orthopedist takes a look at her chats with me about the English word "pacifier".  He gives a little twist to her arm, tells me to wait a few minutes to see if she starts using her arm, gives me a note for work (a requirement in this country) and sends me on my way. 

By 9:30 the little one was back in childcare, and by 10:10 I was at work. (The note was from 8-10:30, so I was well covered.) This was all especially good, because today was Pope day and I couldn’t get on campus until after 9AM anyway.

 So how does this compare to medical care in the US?  What would you do?  (Oh an notice this was all completely covered by my HMO.)

• On the needles: Elisa Nest Tote

It is time for me to really get this blog in order…I’m posting things to Facebook, and making notes there, but I think that I should get this blog cleaned up and moving.  I’m hoping to cover my knitting and crafting, life in Israel as well as some stuff related to work…

I’m also going to highlight some of my favorite blogs and websites.  Hopefully it will be worth your while to visit.

• On the needles: The Elisa Nest Tote