Tchochkes

After trying to get the lamps from Hafatzim a few weeks ago I needed a mood pick-me-up.

To sooth my tattered nerves I stopped into my favorite kitchen supply place - 4Chef on Nahalat Binyamin - and picked up a new pestle and mortar.

My last mortar (or is it the pestle - whatever the stick is called) died when it rolled off the counter and broke in half. Of course stores don’t sell just the stick bit on its own - nope, you have to buy the whole thing again. So I did, because pesto just doesn’t taste the same unless it’s been beaten to a paste by my bare hands and a heavy stick.

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