bracha's plates

Seriously, time is whizzing by. Do you also feel it? Doesn't it feel like a minute ago we all had Purim plans (lol, that was funny). And here we are, three weeks later, getting ready to cancel our Pesach plans. Insert saying here about planning, God, and laughing. But as always, food must be eaten and I must keep myself busy, so we press on! Having this meal delivery service, aside from helping me stay financially afloat, also gives me a reason to leave my house for non-bomb

Or: Oops, I Forgot To Post I honestly don't know who's out here reading this. If it's just me writing to me, hey girl! Your hair looks great. But if you've stumbled upon this, my ramblings and brain dumps following an intense week of cooking, welcome! I'm glad you're here. The past two weeks have been, well...intense. For the obvious, war-related reasons, and also just because the work that I've chosen to do is not exactly a chill, clock-in clock-out kind of job. Thankfully I

Honestly, I started this meal delivery business on a total lark. I was fully employed until a little over two months ago. The first month of unemployment was great - I went to the gym, relaxed, and hung out with friends.  After a few weeks, however, I found myself getting a bit bored - and then EXTREMELY bored. I’ve never been able to thrive without structure and always find ways to make myself a little bit too busy - so when someone asked me if I do meal deliveries, I though

Kitchen people tend to divide themselves into bakers and non-bakers. The non-bakers often express a healthy skepticism towards all things pastry: scales, adherence to strict rules, the light coating of suspicious white powders that tends to coat well...everything following a particularly intense baking day. But I’ve never bought into that split. Pastry satisfies my love of precision and fascination with the science and chemistry that underpin the way we eat. Everything else?