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Israeli street food – the magnificent and humble boureka

The square shape of the bourekas tells us that they are filled with a potato filling One does not have to spend a long time in Israel to get your first introduction to a boureka. These savory stuffed pastries are everywhere You'll find them for breakfast in hotel dining halls, in countless bakeries and coffee shops, on picnics and even at restaurants that only serve bourekas. They are often eaten in Israeli homes as part of a 'light' or diary meal in the evenings. (Most households in Israel usually serve the large cooked meal at lunchtime.) More often than not, bourekas are also an integral part of the wonderful Friday or Shabbat brunch table. To be really honest however, you basically eat a boureka whenever you encounter one. They are that irresistible. If you stop to grab a quick coffee at a coffee shop, the comforting smell of the bourekas will convince you to upgrade to a 'café ve'ma afe' (coffee + pastry). Wandering through street markets, the sight of fres

Snow in Israel

An orchard covered in snow
Yeah, snow in Israel. I know that sound totally oxy-moronic. People are supposed to be like flash-fried here whenever they stand outside for too long, not frozen into ice lollies!


Even though I was freezing I must say that I feel a bit vindicated. I told you this is a wet and extremely cold winter this year. And you all thought I am just this old expat from Africa that cannot handle a temperature drop below 10 degrees Celsius (50 degrees Fahrenheit for my lovely readers from the US). Other Israelis actually also blogged about the fact that it SNOWED this year!

But to be truthful, I must add that it only snowed for like one day in Jerusalem....:)

Mount Hermon, the highest mountain in the Golan Heights has however been covered with snow for the last two months. And of us course Israelis are so EXCITED to see snow that we take a day off to go and show our kids what snow looks like! During weekends  all the roads to the Golan Heights are either packed with traffic or closed because it is snowing. Much better idea to take them out of school for one day. I mean it is not everyday that you get to see snow in Israel!

You can see the snow-covered Mount Hermon from far away.
A small forest in the Golan Heights where my kids and I played in the snow.



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