Rise, fry, eat and pray

Happy Chanukah

day six

I dedicate this post to all the lovely ladies and doughnut lovers.

May this holiday season be filled with powdered sugar, flickering lights and tiny silver chocolate balls.

I made these tonight. Can’t remember how many I ate, it’s a sin… but worth every calorie. ;-)

Happy Chanukah to all who celebrate.

Thanks for giving

event of an ordinary day turned into extraordinary night

We usually don’t do Thanksgiving not for any particular reason. Still, thinking about cooking, peeling, chopping, carrying made me feel more tired than I really was. I planned to feed my family cereal for dinner and do absolutely nothing.
But no, my daughter wanted me to cook all the good stuff. Kids have no problem begging I think it’s something they love doing. You just had a birthday party, I worked like a dog to make it happen and I’m still cleaning and now this?? I said, defending myself.
Then my 19 yr old complained she doesn’t like turkey. Where did she come from? I didn’t believe her of course. When someone is starving even wood taste good. Did they make me do Thanksgiving? you bet your roasted turkey they did.
I promised Haim (aka husband Vidal) that this time I’m not going to work hard. Very simple no decorations or inspirations. Just turkey.
Back in the kitchen I constantly reminded myself to keep things simple. Did I keep my promise? I wont even bother to answer.
O.k. just a center piece o.k.? These gorgeous flowers were in every room in the house, haunting me. I had to contain them so I put them in a bowl with some candles, to keep them company. Back to the kitchen.
Oh, I spot those Moroccan see-through lanterns on my way to the kitchen. They simply begged for light. I couldn’t say no. They look much better when lit. I’m going to cook now.
Just so you know, that’s the girl who made do all this. She watched my every step. I complained how hard she made me work. Wait, something is missing.
Yes, dishes. So I got carried away a bit. I love to play with dishes you know. Turquoise Moroccan tea cups called my name. White porcelain saucer demanded attention and Turquoise sea glass was a perfect match. Eclectic Moroccan settings, I love it. O.k. enough decoration. Back to the kitchen.
Seriously, it got a bit dark outside and I needed some light. I added few candles, sea glass and some leafs. That’s it. Oh, my glazed Moroccan bowls that sat lonely on a shelf, well, are not lonely anymore.
I know I know, I said simple right? This table took some work. No wonder I’m exhausted. Promise? what promise? (*sigh*) I never learn.
It turned out so colorful. Loose. Spontaneous kind of Thanksgiving. We ate, talked and laughed. Isn’t that what life is all about? :)
I’m thankful for my daughters who made me work so hard and for my husband who drove around town to find fresh turkey before I’d change my mind.
I hope you have a colorful and flavorful holiday. Don’t forget to count the littlest pleasures in your life. It’s the tiny pieces that build a whole picture.

Voyage to Morocco

An event that turned reality into a dream

You see, a recent trip to Morocco has left me enchanted. I still am. Morocco is a country rich with delight and my long lasting memories of her will continue to inspire and stay close to me, like cherished pearls.
Most of all I’m inspired by Moroccan hospitality (maybe because my family is from Morocco). That’s a constant reminder why my mother is who she is: kind, generous and hard-working woman who loves to nurture and care for her family before anything else. Cultural values that have largely influenced me.
But, still excited and loaded with fresh memories I had to do something with all that. Besides working on a new rug collection inspired by the trip, I wanted to create something fun and unusual. Something special that will make us want more of.
And what could be better than hosting a Moroccan dinner party that includes authentic Moroccan recipes, desserts, atmosphere and music. All under a perfectly clear cool skies, surrounded only by nature and candle-lights.
Excited I, your devoted hostess, got to work:
It started with one light.
That turned into many. Already felt like magic.
Table was set and more of that magical light was added.
Like a painterly effect on a black canvas my Moroccan voyage was well on its way.
My backyard turned into a sultry Moroccan oasis. A room that makes you wanna tell secrets..
It took a lot of preparations. I mean. A lot.
Food was ready and smelled … ahhh. Then, guests arrived.
oooh and aaah… glow lit up beautiful faces.
“I feel I’m in Morocco Sigal”, heard a friend say. I think I blushed but lucky me it was dark.
Wine was poured, storied were told and laughter was heard. It was perfect.
Would I do it again?
In a blink.

What does your inspiration make you do?

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