Florals and Fish Sticks

A Blog About Food and Street Fashion

Hanukkah Donuts??!!

Welcome to Israel, where all popular foods are fried or salad.  Well, I have recently delighted in another fried food…. SUFGANIOT!  I know, I know, for those of you whose native tongue is not Hebrew, this is kind of a mouth full, but it’s really just a many-syllabled word for delishuss Hanukkah Donuts.  I got these from a bakery on Allenby called Roladin, and the flavors you see here are cream-filled and pistachio flavored.  I also ate a halva flavored one, and my trusty sidekick in all things nommy ate a dulce de leche (I’ve now learned that in Hebrew it is “ribat chalav”) flavored one.  They were pretty glorious.  Unfortunately, they were probably a little on the pricey side, but as long as I’m eating fried dough covered in chocolate, I don’t mind paying a little extra for it.  

Let’s get nude

I bet you were tricked by my vaguely raunchy title, weren’t you? Well, sorry to disappoint, but I was talking about SHOES (reign in your dirty minds!).  

Today I went to Shenkin Street, a shopping street in Tel Aviv.  We went into a store called A+ where we spent the majority of our time, made a new friend (the salesgirl/stylist, she’s awesome), and bought some pretty, pretty things.  

My purchase was…….. NUDE SHOES.  I’ve been looking for some for a while, and for 50 NIS this was the time.  Here’s a pic.

The thing about nude heels is that they trick the eye into thinking that your legs continue on to the tips of your toes, making your legs seem longer.  And who, my friend, does not want longer legs?  I would take a demonstrative picture showcasing black heels and nude heels to prove my point, but since I ride solo, I cannot find anyone have not deemed anyone worthy enough to snap the photos.  

So instead, I will treat you to this lovely scene:

Also on Shenkin, we have found… BUNNY SHOES.  WITH FURRY HEELS.  You’re welcome.

I’ve never been very sporty, anyway.

Hi all!  After I promised to update more often… I didn’t.  I apologize, I really dropped the ball.  But not to worry, the game is not lost!  Coach hasn’t even benched me yet!  

So, I’m working on an entry about deliciousness, which you all will hopefully enjoy, but until that time comes, I have something I’d like to share.  For those of you who not only like to eat, but also like to make the stuff you eat, I have something I think you’d like.  A.K.A the cutest blog I’ve ever read.  I was LOLing as I was reading the recipes (it’s true, I really did laugh out loud.  Someone asked me what I was doing, and I said, “Reading recipes.”  I’m pretty sure they thought I was a bit daft (look at that, using British slang is fun and easy!).  I don’t like double-parentheses.) and I thought, “I must share this with the world!”  So, even though I have 15 subscribers, and there are probably more than 15 people in the world, maybe at least little old friendless me who sits in her room in the afternoon laughing at recipes could share the glory with a few people… So with all that hype, here’s the link.

http://www.joythebaker.com/blog/

Enjoy, friends.

I got pierced today!  Ok, so it’s not the most exciting thing in the world for a lot of people, as it was a second piercing on both ears and not some risque (risk, eh?) area of my bod.  But I’m excited. I went to Psycho Tattoo in Dizengov Center.  The name startled me quite a bit at first, but then I told myself: this is Israel, they choose weird names here (another example is a real estate agency I saw called “Anglo-Saxon Real Estate” in Netanya.  I’m pretty sure there are all of 15 Anglo-Saxons currently residing in any part of Israel.  Could be wrong, but probably not).  So I went inside, was impressed by the cleanliness, and 20 minutes later, slightly faint, I exited the premises having been pierced with a needle that might have been a bit too big for its purpose by a very professional (and funny) woman with a shit ton of face piercings.  All in all, it was a fun day.

I got pierced today!  Ok, so it’s not the most exciting thing in the world for a lot of people, as it was a second piercing on both ears and not some risque (risk, eh?) area of my bod.  But I’m excited.

I went to Psycho Tattoo in Dizengov Center.  The name startled me quite a bit at first, but then I told myself: this is Israel, they choose weird names here (another example is a real estate agency I saw called “Anglo-Saxon Real Estate” in Netanya.  I’m pretty sure there are all of 15 Anglo-Saxons currently residing in any part of Israel.  Could be wrong, but probably not).  So I went inside, was impressed by the cleanliness, and 20 minutes later, slightly faint, I exited the premises having been pierced with a needle that might have been a bit too big for its purpose by a very professional (and funny) woman with a shit ton of face piercings.  All in all, it was a fun day.

Italian Gelato and Gluttony

Sorry all, I have been really crazy super busy lately, traveling around and whatnot.  As a result, I have not updated my tumblr in a terribly long time.  But good news! I am updating it right now!  This is and update!  AND!  I went to Italy.  AND!  In Italy, I ate gelato.  Actually, gelati.  It’s plural.  I ate many of them.  AND! I have a picture.  It was melon-flavored, and good G-d was it tasty. 

I suppose I should apologize for the somewhat excessive and slightly overexcited ‘and’s, but I feel they’ve brought my point across clearly.  

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Anonymous asked: What be fishsticks? Who you be? Where is I?

Look deep inside yourself, and you shall find what you are searching for. But fish sticks am a food, I be Lauren, you is sitting next to me in a hostel in Rome. Arrgh.

Anonymous asked: What is the most recent purchase you've made that cost over $100?

That’s a weird question… Well I don’t usually spend over a hundred dollars on anything, because I’m cheap.  I like to shop at resale and secondhand stores, so I rarely spend over $15 on any article of clothing… And food and stuff doesn’t really cost much, so… maybe a plane ticket?

Hey guys!  Finally I’m doing what I promised and actually writing about something relevant to the topics for which I alloted this particular blog.

Abu Hassan (Ali Karavan) (אבו חסן (עלי קרוואן is the most amazing hummus restaurant I have ever been to.  Actually, let me rephrase— the RESTAURANT is a dive.  The HUMMUS at Abu Hassan is the most delicious hummus I’ve ever had, and I’m just going to go out on a limb and say it’s the best in the world.  Though if anyone in the middle east feels that I am wrong, feel free to send me hummus you believe is better ;) 

I went with 5 of my friends, and we ordered 3 bowls of “Meshulash” (משולש) which means triangle in Hebrew, and which you can see in the up close picture of the hummus.  It has hummus and hot fava beans, and is eaten with pita and onions.  It is heaven.  I wish I could eat it always, as in never stop eating it.  I think I would never get tired of it.  We also ordered one bowl of regular hummus, and that was delicious (but I was pretty preoccupied with the meshulash).  As you can see from the store front, it is a very tiny restaurant, and very understated.  There are probably 6 tables inside, and 3 tiny tables outside, so it’s often hard to find a seat (but we went a little after normal lunch time, so we got lucky and were all able to fit in the restaurant).  If you are ever in Tel Aviv-Jaffo, I highly suggest goin’ on down to Abu Hassan (maybe take a Jaffo day trip?  The rest of the city is pretty awesome too) and gettin’ you a big bowl of meshulash.  And think of me as you roll around the somewhat grimy floor in taste bud ecstasy.  

P.S.- Sorry I’m a loser and always start eating before I take a picture.  I just get so excited when they put the food on the table that I lose my wits for a little bit.  I’ll work on it.

Bad Words In English, In Israel

It’s really fun to experience English here, because people really don’t speak English as well as they let on, and it is very apparent after a while to native English speakers.  We’ll start with the music on the radio.  

There have been multiple times that I have been walking through the mall and have heard such gems of family friendly songs as “F*** You!” by Cee Lo Green and “What the F***” by Funk Agenda.  Uncensored, clearly.  And no one bats an eyelash, so I’m thinking maybe they don’t recognize the words in song form?  Or maybe they don’t care.  My next experience might support the latter assumption.

I was watching Nickelodeon just now (Yes, I am an adult, but I have very few channels) and there was an Israeli show on called “Rosh Gadol.”  One of the characters on this show was wearing a shirt the entire episode that said, “Low Lita and the Chunky C*nts.”  It was very visible.  Very legible.  And I have a feeling someone during the production of this television show might have noticed the shirt and also known that the word printed very clearly on that girl’s shirt is probably the foulest word in the English language.  So the only explanation is that they really really don’t care.  At least for me, it provides hilarity and pride, as though maybe there actually IS something to be gained from speaking English as a first language (my original thought being, “Everyone speaks and understands English anyway, so it’s not special to speak it, even as one’s mother tongue.”).  Now I feel like I know something special—- the word “c*nt.”

And that’s that.  Hope you had a small giggle.  Or a big one.  Whichever.