Pesto Flatbread: From Crossroads Kitchen To My Table

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Pesto Flatbread: A Tal Ronnen‘s recipe, with my very own pesto. A few weeks ago, Ben and I had dinner at Crossroads Kitchen, Tal Rennin’s vegan restaurant in West Hollywood — one of my favorite, here in Los Angeles. On that evening, the food was so good that, taken by the pumpkin ravioli, by the flatbread with almond ricotta, and by the spiced mascarpone semifreddo, I bought their cookbook, and […]

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On The Go? We Have A Choice To Make.

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“What an extraordinary achievement for a civilization: to have developed the one diet that reliably makes its people sick!” Michael Pollan, Food Rules: An Eater’s Manual Thursday is my acupuncture day with Nicky. My appointment is at 1:00 pm, in Toluca Lake, and my morning has been hectic. When lunch time approaches, I realize that I won’t make it on time to go home and have a slice of the […]

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About a Woman: In The Kitchen and In The World

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The other day, a young girl asked me how could I consider myself an empowered woman, when I spend so much time in the kitchen. I have never considered ‘in the kitchen’ as the nemesis of ’empowered woman’. I cook because I love to; I cook because I like to know what I am eating, and where the food that I eat comes from. I also cook because I was […]

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The Traveling Onion: We Are Where We Are Supposed To Be (Now)

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We are exactly where we are supposed to be. I heard today. But how many of us struggle to believe such statement? We strive for what we don’t have yet, a more ambitious goal, a better job, a bigger house…more, bigger, better, ad infinitum. When I didn’t have a book deal, I thought that was the reason why I felt frustrated, a failure. When I got the book deal, I was […]

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Once Upon A Time At The Farmers’ Market

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FARMERS’S MARKET, OH, GOOD OLD-FASHIONED FARMERS’ MARKET… When I moved from Hollywood to Tarzana, in 2014, one of the few things I knew I’d miss about my old neighborhood was the beautiful Hollywood Farmers’ Market on Sunday morning. I’d wake up at 6:00 AM every Sunday, to find the perfect parking spot on Selma Avenue, where the market still happens weekly. At the time, I felt very self-aware, and uncomfortable […]

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