These days the glorious colors of fall and the shortened daylight signal the oncoming chill. You can prepare for that by warming up with my “Mediterranean Chicken soup” – new this week! My own kosher chicken stock is the base, then fresh vegetables and herbs are added along with tender shredded kosher chicken breast. Everything else is here on the website for you to browse and order! Our Menu
The nitty gritty:The entire menu is produced on site at the Adath Jeshurun Synagogue, all ingredients are kosher. Also, now that the holidays are just about over, we will be using a regular schedule: Order by Monday at 6pm and pick up on Thursday between 2-6.
This week: Order by Monday Oct. 27 by 6pm and pick up on Thursday, Oct. 30 between 2-6pm at 10900 Greenbriar Rd. Minnetonka, 55305
Coming up: Votes needed!! Please check my possible Thanksgiving menu items and vote! Your feedback is welcomed and needed!!
Thanksgiving is around the corner and the consistent message from all of you has been an interest in premade meals, specifically kosher-meat meals. Below is a list of possible Thanksgiving items. Please provide your input!!
Possible Thanksgiving items:
All items kosher
Herb roasted turkey breast
Braised honey garlic turkey breast w/ fennel
Garlic, Silan (date syrup), paprika roasted turkey breast
Rosemary & Dijon mustard roasted turkey breast
Starch Sides (all items Parve, except where noted)):
Honey rosemary mashed sweet potatoes
Spice roasted sweet potatoes
Dried fruit & fresh herbs quinoa pilaf
Roasted garlic mashed potatoes
Smashed onion and dill potatoes
Meat stuffing: sage, dried apricots and Italian sausage
Vegetable Sides (all items Parve):
Maple roasted Brussels sprouts
Caramelized roasted carrots w/Italian parsley
Sage roasted butternut squash
Roasted dilled sugar snap peas
Mixed greens w/grapefruit and dried cranberries (honey-Dijon vinaigrette)
Mixed greens w/cherry tomatoes, toasted pine nuts (balsamic-basil vinaigrette)
People have told me I am plain nuts and there are days I actually kind of agree with them! I just turned 50 this fall and did I go on some exotic trip? Did I buy some shiny sparkle? Or perhaps indulged in a weekend spa? Nope! The only trip I took was diving into my cookbook collection; I bought sparkling new cookie scoops and enjoyed the steam of the proofing oven… Yep, I went ahead and started a new culinary venture!
Yes, I am making Middle Eastern apps, baking Babka, challah and more, all the while “whistling while I work…” Who would have thought?? I did not know how much I would love everything about this process! To name a few: the quiet wee hours of the morning when the kitchen is quiet and the only sound is the hum of the oven, the frantic moments of loading my goodies and setting them up in our space, and finally – the laughter and community I experience when customers pick up their orders.
What’s next? Still figuring that out… Your feedback, requests and comments are welcomed and appreciated! In the meantime, excuse me while I put my feet up and enjoy a cup of tea (and a slice of babka, of course!)
Herbal Infusion Tea
Makes 1 8oz mug
1 bag Decaf tea bag
2 medium Fresh mint sprigs
2 large leaves Fresh lemon verbena
2 stalks Fresh lemon grass, sliced into 1″ pieces
8 ounces water
Bring the 8oz water to a boil. While water is heating place the rest of the ingredients in a heatproof mug. Pour the hot water over the tea bag, sugar and herbs and stir to mix well. Let steep for 2-3 minutes and drink hot.
Okay, so I have a confession to make – I LOVE open air markets. They bring to mind childhood memories of holding on to my mother’s hand, my head the same height as the fruits and vegetables, my eyes roaming and my nose collecting aromas. Though Minnesota is a far cry from the Middle Eastern markets in my memory, autumn in Minnesota offers a rich abundance in the Farmers’ Markets. The short summer is fading quickly, but the baskets in the stalls are overflowing with purple, plump baby eggplants, yellow heirloom tomatoes and purple and white potatoes.
I just can’t say no: no matter how crazy my week will be, how my fridge is groaning at the moment – I bring home loads of fresh vegetables.
Heart soaring, eyes seeking, my summer addiction gets a hold of me. I inhale the fresh cilantro, bite into the crunchy radish I wiped on my sleeve and then leisurely munch on a fragrant mint leaf – filling my mouth with fresh summer flavor. Yes, I am addicted to Farmers’ Markets; their chaotic sounds and robust aromas, their farmers weathered faces, calloused hands and kind voices– I find the markets assault on my senses addicting! I just can’t stay away!
Of course I then end up with loads of produce at home. Feathery dill and crunchy cucumbers and carrots, fuzzy apricots, leafy beets, purple shallots and delicate cilantro all rest on a tray, washed and scrubbed – awaiting their fate…
Four industrious hours later, the production line in my kitchen comes to a halt and I behold my bounty: pickled roasted beets, refrigerator dill pickles, apricot-thyme jam, pickled roasted shallots, crunchy root vegetable salad are all laid out on my counter in their colorful glory. How about that?
Would you care to join my addiction and share the spoils?
Apricot -Thyme Jam
Pickled Roasted beets and Pickled Thyme Roasted Shallots
If you want to get a sense of Israel in one afternoon, stop at the Jaffa Flea Market: Shuk Ha’Pishpeshim. Jaffa throbs with the heart beat of Israel a mixture of old crumbling buildings and contemporary architecture, sharp, stylish boutiques along with crowded and dusty thrift stores, hoity galleries and schticky shops, fancy, white linen restaurants and falafel stands, synagogues and mosques – need I go on?? Just drive down the Tel Aviv beach promenade, heading south and follow the road to and around the clock tower (See above). Park (good luck!) and walk over to the east where the market awaits.
Jaffa Clock Tower
Jaffa side street apartment building with blooming Bougainvillea
My friend Jodi and her Chicago friend Laura came to Israel to volunteer on an IDF base, doing grunt work that I didn’t want to do while I was in mandatory service… Needless to say, they were both looking forward to the weekend and we decided to meet at the Jaffa Flea Market. Despite the throngs of people who filled the streets on Friday morning and the faulty phone service, we managed to find each other and embarked on our adventure. The market offers everything from the antiquated to the modern: copper pots, tarnished silver platters, Rugs from around the world and even – shell casings vases…
No visit home is complete without a visit to my cousin’s Rami’s spice shop. Rami and I go a long way back – Though older than I; we grew up in the same small Yemenite community in Givat Olga. As a teenager I dated one of his closest friends and we spent some memorable time double dating. He went on to marry his girlfriend, Yehudit and I moved on to other boyfriends… Since I moved to Minnesota I look forward to stopping at his store to catch up and stock up on his goodies. This last visit I stopped by with my Mom and found Rami’s son, Hod, manning the store.
My Mom with Rami
My mother, Orah and Hod: Partners in flavor. Colors and aromas overload my system as I walk in. Everywhere I turn my eyes encounter temptation: crates of plump and juicy dried fruit await tasting, sacks of grains, beans and rice line the wall, their mouths open for touching hands.
This trip was to be a culinary adventure to delight the senses and the palate! On the itinerary: Artisanal cheeses and breads, organic produce, French patisseries, gourmet pizzas, boutique wineries, cooking workshops and more. Surprisingly, my destination is not Tuscany or Provence, but Israel, which provides flavors and experience that are as delicious and authentic as the more famous destinations.
Every visit to Israel I am delighted by the culinary variety offered wherever I travel. This fall, during my latest visit, I am nibbling my way through the country, focusing on artisanal producers. I know, tough job, right?
On a sunny, warm day, my parents and I set out to find Minhat Ha’aretz; an artisanal flour mill owned by the Nov brothers. Hidden within the dusty and noisy Hadera industrial park, the entrance to the mill is easy to overlook. A narrow door, topped by a modest sign opens into a narrow and long space, where the aroma of fresh wheat is dominant and a film of flour covers all. Roee Nov, one of the brothers, welcomed us with a shy smile, adjusting the kippah on his head. He explained that the 3 brothers, who became orthodox through their own individual journey, share a love of the land of Israel and its produce, as well as a commitment to organic products.
It was just a regular, boring Wednesday, but Fran had other plans for Betsy and I. Together, us three hardy Minnesota women braved the misty, chilly and grey day to venture downtown and explore the food truck scene. No sit down restaurant, or table service for us today, not even a bench! When we got there, Nicolette Avenue was lined up with EMT trucks; bomb squad equipment and horse-mounted police officers. Was the food that explosive? Dangerous? And where did the food trucks go?? We found out that Hennepin County emergency services were having an open house that day, so we trudged over to Marquette Avenue and were delighted to find a long line of food trucks, doing brisk business.
With so many trucks, such delicious choices, how are we to satisfy our curiosity and taste buds? So, we made a pact: we order, we bite, we SHARE! Yum!! But first – a strategy: we walk, we scope, we choose then chomp! Half way down our hungry stomachs protested the wait, while the aromas from Get Sauced crumbled the rest of our resolve to stick to the plan. We shared our first selection – an Asian chicken taco with a wasabi sauce, avocado and gingered slaw. The flavors were fresh, full and delicious. Betsy and I added some hot sauce and our mouths were happily burning… Not bad at all for a thrifty $7!
Asian Chicken Tacos
Next stop was Hola Arepa, where we shared the Chimichuri Chicken Arepa. A crunchy corn pita-like pocket nestled inside it tender shredded chicken with a zesty chimichuri sauce. We all went through napkins like crazy as the sauce dripped down our chins (and onto Fran’s white shirt… oh, well, got to pay a price for flavor!) The girl at the window had great dimples, warm smiles and was gracious enough to take our garbage, since there was no garbage can in sight – what’s up with that???
As this winter lengthens and the snow keeps piling on our deck and yard I turn to soups to provide comfort and warmth. In the last month I have made this soup for our family, for a soup exchange party put together by my creative friend, Fran, as well as our family’s annual Super Bowl party. It is always well received and heartily enjoyed.