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Guess the neighborhood!!!

My  husband and I did a small adventure yesterday to a new york neighborhood that is new to both of us. I took a couple of photos. I don’t know if any of them are particularly helpful in identifying the neighborhood.

 

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After we got home I decided to work on using our last bag of flour before we switch the house over to Passover this weekend.

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This is a hybrid between tzibbile pletzel, onion board and Eastern European  favorite, and  pita zaatar. each sheet of egg enriched dough was sprinkled with a dried onions, poppy seeds, sumac, parsley,  smoked paprika and black pepper.

 

I got bored when I was nearly done an rolled up the last sheet of dough and then sliced the roll. I ate one board topped with mozzarella cheese for lunch. For supper we will have a tomato mushroom soup.

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  1. AnonymousMarch 24, 2015 at 1:26 PM

    Yumm! I should try something like this for my son so he won't eat all my rye bread!

    Have you seen the work of Natalya Aikens ? She lives in New York. Her textile art is often abstracted images of these sorts of scenes...like the firestairs. She builds layers - often using plastic from carrier bags/shopping bags and recycling other materials. Then she stitches the image with a combination of machine and hand stitch. She also makes beautiful costumes for the Russian Christmas dramas her children take part in.
    Sandy

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  2. AnonymousMarch 24, 2015 at 1:27 PM

    oops, forgot the link. http://artbynatalya.blogspot.co.uk/
    S

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  3. Sarah JacobsMarch 26, 2015 at 7:20 PM

    Sandy...THANK YOU for the link to that wonderful , wonderful work.

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