When I was a little girl, My Biggest Dream
was to have A Home With A Pantry.
Yes, you read that correctly.
I'll never forget visiting a friend's house
and seeing their kitchen
with a pantry full of ingredients.
I was jealous.

In my childhood home in the Kibbutz,
there was nothing in the kitchen cabinets.
If we wanted to make pasta, we'd go buy pasta.
When we wanted to treat ourselves,
we'd buy Knorr spaghetti
with a powder packet that turned water into sauce.
Lunch I ate in the kibbutz dining hall,
or I’d heat up some corn schnitzel at home.

As I grew older, I started dreaming
of having a large, spacious home suitable for hosting.
A kitchen with loads of ingredients
where I could cook, bake, and make delights,
for everyone to feel at home.

I pictured friends and family coming over
and The Table is Full of a variety of high-quality food
fresh and delicious, savory pastries, refreshing salads,
indulgent dishes that fill the heart and belly with joy.
The kind that makes everyone smile when they take a bite,
and not even finish chewing
before saying – "Wow, this is so delicious!"

I can't quite explain it,
Maybe it's just part of my personality,
but seeing people enjoy the food I've prepared,
the combinations I've created, the variety I've made.
there's no substitute for me, and there never will be.
It's my happiness and it fills me with excitement.

Whether it's at a festive Brunch,
a Shabbat or Holiday morning meal,
a family Birthday celebration
or a Casual evening with friends...