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Welcome to my hebrew "Cooking for Dummies" blog. My name is Maya, and i'm a 28 year old cooking and baking enthusiast from Israel. Founded in 2007, Bazekalim (which is hebrew for "Violent Dough") features easy recipe photo tutorials. There's no english version of this blog (yet), but feel free to use google translate and dive through the recipe archives (be warned that google's hebrew translation can be quirky). Beteavon ("bon appetit")! - M.
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It's not that I had more freedom after Mexico. It's just that Paris was just on my way home, and so I missed, so I convinced my good friend Oren meet me there for a short ride in the markets to see what's new. Wonderful week high on our shopping I'll spare you (the majority, at least), that has been written about Paris than enough. But over the weekend, when Oren returned to Israel, Ronni, social Jerusalem, and Frederick, Hit-French boyfriend (hereafter, Fred) weekend in the movies. We took a small car and book in French maps, and went far, far north-west region of rattan, where we lived in the apartment (beautiful!) Of his friends of Fred. Deep I'm hot on for several glass demijohn years, mainly due to the writings of St. Liibobitziho.
But Handoiit not. This new beast. This, gentlemen, salami may, no less, pig intestines. The texture is not that disgusting, and even the taste is not that nasty. But the smell. Oh, the smell. At this very moment I am grateful to the God Haintrntimz it is impossible to smell through the image. I find it hard to pass this point without getting into nasty include graphic depictions leather boots, decomposing bodies of skunks, and pigs who wiped my ass properly. The smell enters your sinuses and out after two hours. It reminds me of when I visited a kibbutz cowshed and it was so smelly I could not understand why the smell does not go away when I swallow. So it's like that, only a thousand times worse. You have been warned. Thank you, Fred, for teaching me that life is so fragile and save them.
Warming our hearts with famous local apple cider, which flows like water throughout rattan and served in the traditional low Magi. Needless to say that as I tried, really I did not connect this strange drink that reminded me more than a sour beer and cider. And unfortunately I am not a lover of beer, certainly not when it is broken like that. Waiter, could be buttermilk instead? Thank you. How lucky they like buttermilk, these. Call it here Lait Ribot, and has been in Breizh Cafe Paris I was introduced to his taste wonderful.
Menu: +65 types of crepes (not kidding), sweet and savory. Most of them are made of buckwheat flour mixture, typical glass demijohn of the region and called ble noir, and yields thin and crispy crepes, like brown lace. Approximately 30% of them also contain this unfortunate Handoiit (ugh). I went to a plus-plus fully upgraded:
The next day, we decided to jump in the market to buy ingredients for lunch locally we prepare ourselves, and then for a walk around the city walls. Our apartment was in it like the old town of St. Malo, surrounded by high walls antiques (although restored, but were built hundreds of years ago, another period of barbarian tribes who were taking you to the city Bsioiliziisn). As you can see in the pictures, glass demijohn the weather was not who knows what. Very cloudy, and rain rarely stops. "It's like that here," noted Fred. Drizzle gentle and almost imperceptible accompanied us everywhere. Hbratni incessant rain.
And if poor people have decided to get on the island via the bridge glass demijohn despite the rising tide, they just get stuck on the island and they have no way to get off without getting hypothermia. Follow the signs in the area - if the water reaches a distance of 10 meters from the bridge, already have to stop to get to the island. As you can see, we decided (that is, those two crazy, not me, God forbid) to get on the island when the water were on the bridge, and not 10 meters away. So someone had to go back to sprinting and download shoes to avoid getting wet. There were also those who returned still later, and had to fold the pants up because the water came up to their knees. It was either that or dry for an hour until you reach a rescue boat.
We returned home tired and a little wet, and we started to nibble straight glass demijohn all the spoils of the market, while installing a delicious lunch. First of all fresh apple juice and divine. Why the hell bother with cider-beer-broken? Why not drink the juice that wonderful breakfast-lunch-and dinner ?! Taste of heaven.
DICK this wonderful little rose 8 euros, twice what cost us a huge bundle of seafood: mussels almost a pound of Trey
Welcome to my hebrew "Cooking for Dummies" blog. My name is Maya, and i'm a 28 year old cooking and baking enthusiast from Israel. Founded in 2007, Bazekalim (which is hebrew for "Violent Dough") features easy recipe photo tutorials. There's no english version of this blog (yet), but feel free to use google translate and dive through the recipe archives (be warned that google's hebrew translation can be quirky). Beteavon ("bon appetit")! - M.
Types of recipes for a quick bite (65) Investing (20) Overseas (12) General (13) Prepare and maintain (9) Sweet and Dirty (45) Coffee and Pastry (21) Archives April 2015 February 2015 January 2015 December 2014 November 2014 October 2014 September 2014 August 2014 June 2014 May 2014 April 2014 March 2014 February 2014 January 2014 December 2013 November 2013 October 2013 September 2013 August 2013 July 2013 June 2013 May 2013 April 2013 March 2013 February 2013 January 2013 December 2012 October 2012 September 2012 August 2012 July 2012 June 2012 May 2012 April 2012 March 2012 February 2012 January 2012 December 2011 November 2011 September 2011 August 2011 July 2011 June 2011 May 2011 April 2011 March 2011 February 2011 January 2011 December 2010 November 2010 October 2010 September 2010 August 2010 July 2010 June 2010 May 2010 April 2010 March 2010 February January 2010 December 2010 October 2009 September 2009 August 2009 July 2009 June 2009 May 2009 April 2009 March 2009 2009 February glass demijohn 2009 January 2009 November 2008 October 2008 September 2008 August 2008 July 2008 June 2008 May 2008 April 2008 March 2008 February 2008 January 2008 December 2007 November 2007 October 2007 September 2007 August 2007 July 2007 June 2007 May 2007 April 2007 March 2007
It's not that I had more freedom after Mexico. It's just that Paris was just on my way home, and so I missed, so I convinced my good friend Oren meet me there for a short ride in the markets to see what's new. Wonderful week high on our shopping I'll spare you (the majority, at least), that has been written about Paris than enough. But over the weekend, when Oren returned to Israel, Ronni, social Jerusalem, and Frederick, Hit-French boyfriend (hereafter, Fred) weekend in the movies. We took a small car and book in French maps, and went far, far north-west region of rattan, where we lived in the apartment (beautiful!) Of his friends of Fred. Deep I'm hot on for several glass demijohn years, mainly due to the writings of St. Liibobitziho.
But Handoiit not. This new beast. This, gentlemen, salami may, no less, pig intestines. The texture is not that disgusting, and even the taste is not that nasty. But the smell. Oh, the smell. At this very moment I am grateful to the God Haintrntimz it is impossible to smell through the image. I find it hard to pass this point without getting into nasty include graphic depictions leather boots, decomposing bodies of skunks, and pigs who wiped my ass properly. The smell enters your sinuses and out after two hours. It reminds me of when I visited a kibbutz cowshed and it was so smelly I could not understand why the smell does not go away when I swallow. So it's like that, only a thousand times worse. You have been warned. Thank you, Fred, for teaching me that life is so fragile and save them.
Warming our hearts with famous local apple cider, which flows like water throughout rattan and served in the traditional low Magi. Needless to say that as I tried, really I did not connect this strange drink that reminded me more than a sour beer and cider. And unfortunately I am not a lover of beer, certainly not when it is broken like that. Waiter, could be buttermilk instead? Thank you. How lucky they like buttermilk, these. Call it here Lait Ribot, and has been in Breizh Cafe Paris I was introduced to his taste wonderful.
Menu: +65 types of crepes (not kidding), sweet and savory. Most of them are made of buckwheat flour mixture, typical glass demijohn of the region and called ble noir, and yields thin and crispy crepes, like brown lace. Approximately 30% of them also contain this unfortunate Handoiit (ugh). I went to a plus-plus fully upgraded:
The next day, we decided to jump in the market to buy ingredients for lunch locally we prepare ourselves, and then for a walk around the city walls. Our apartment was in it like the old town of St. Malo, surrounded by high walls antiques (although restored, but were built hundreds of years ago, another period of barbarian tribes who were taking you to the city Bsioiliziisn). As you can see in the pictures, glass demijohn the weather was not who knows what. Very cloudy, and rain rarely stops. "It's like that here," noted Fred. Drizzle gentle and almost imperceptible accompanied us everywhere. Hbratni incessant rain.
And if poor people have decided to get on the island via the bridge glass demijohn despite the rising tide, they just get stuck on the island and they have no way to get off without getting hypothermia. Follow the signs in the area - if the water reaches a distance of 10 meters from the bridge, already have to stop to get to the island. As you can see, we decided (that is, those two crazy, not me, God forbid) to get on the island when the water were on the bridge, and not 10 meters away. So someone had to go back to sprinting and download shoes to avoid getting wet. There were also those who returned still later, and had to fold the pants up because the water came up to their knees. It was either that or dry for an hour until you reach a rescue boat.
We returned home tired and a little wet, and we started to nibble straight glass demijohn all the spoils of the market, while installing a delicious lunch. First of all fresh apple juice and divine. Why the hell bother with cider-beer-broken? Why not drink the juice that wonderful breakfast-lunch-and dinner ?! Taste of heaven.
DICK this wonderful little rose 8 euros, twice what cost us a huge bundle of seafood: mussels almost a pound of Trey
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