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Welcome! I’m Zehorit and I am passionate about flavorful, seasonal and healthy dishes. Cooking is how I express love to my family and how I welcome friends into my heart and home. Sharing the Mediterranean goodness I was fortunate enough to grow up with through entertaining and cooking classes is how I pay homage to my mother, the kitchen queen. Here - is where I share it all with you! Let’s roll our sleeves up and get cooking!

After three glorious weeks in the Sunshine State with my feisty and lovely mother in law, I had one of those miserable weeks: a wisdom tooth pulled, followed by a migraine and COLD!!!

While I can wallow in misery with the best (and believe me, I did…), the power of comforting kitchen therapy beckoned me. I could barely open my mouth, let alone chew (sorry, TMI?) and I wanted my Mommy!! Since she is about six thousand miles away - all I can do is channel her and her cooking, of course!

For some mysterious reason, when I feel energized - I cook and when I am down - I bake! So, I was craving my mother’s Marble Cake: pillowy, tender vanilla cake streaked with chocolatey streams, that needs only a simple dusting of powdered sugar to dress it up.

My Mom was not reachable in Israel, so I dove into the internet vortex to find an Israeli marble cake recipe. The first one that appealed to me featured a picture and method that promised a tall, light and flavorful cake with minimum labor… No separating of eggs, all in one bowl… as we say in Israel: Chik- Chuck!

I should have known better! Below is the result; definitely NOT light OR tall but dense and gummy. Major let down!

My cravings were only enhanced by the disappointment, which led to an A-ha moment, one I really should have started with, duh! I turned to the diva queen of Israeli baking: Carine Goren. Her book Sweet Secrets* has a Poppy Seed & Chocolate Marble Cake which is great as well, but not what I was craving. Finally, I found it in her Vintage recipes book, adorably titled “If Grandma had a Mixer” (that’s a riff on an Israeli Idiom “If grandma had wheels…” meaning if only the impossible can happen). And Carine did not disappoint! Look at this marbling and delicate crumb! I was doing the happy dance around the kitchen counter (much to my 20 year old daughter’s dismay…)

I used my beautiful Nordic Ware Tube Pan* and the cake rose beautifully, plus it detached easily from the pan - even though the recipe requires not greasing it! Highly recommended!!