It’s basically the Sephardic matzo brei. Except it’s ten times better.
Flavors include champagne cream, cherry liqueur, and brandy — with a whiff of weed.
After I finished painting over, or blacking out the text and part of the images, it stopped being Mein Kampf.
The hardships faced by Soviet Jews did not dissipate the moment they arrived on the El Al flights that shuttled them to their new country.
I preferred a warning sign, a confrontation with the difficult and traumatic moment, instead of fond remembrances of Rabins portrait.”