It’s me.

I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to eat;

To go over everything.

They say time’s supposed to heal ya, but I still hate chickpeas.

Yep, three years have passed since my last post, and I am closing in on six years living in Israel. Can you believe it? After all of this time, I still shirk away from a legume?

To tell you the truth, the problem has only gotten worse. Shawarma, no thanks; shakshuka, I’ll pass.

If you think the Israeli culinary scene was good three years ago, today it is so much better. I’m not just talking about top-of-the-line gourmet food, but street food, and ethnic food — awesome, awesome, awesome.

Now that I have a permanent dinner date (and breakfast date, and lunch date for that matter), and new friends with a love for food that runs as deep as mine, my territory has expanded.

Don’t get me wrong, I still take every tourist that comes my way to La Shuk (seriously, don’t miss it), but now there’s Neve Shaanan, and Florentine, and South-Central Tel Aviv, and East Tel Aviv, and my kitchen.

I’m not completely sure what I’ll share here from this point forward, but I promise that it will be appetizing at the very least.

See y’all at the next table.

Until then,