Bint Rhoda's Kitchen

One hundred posts, three years of researching, writing, cooking, photographing, eating, remembering and learning, and I have gained so much....

So, in my last post, I confessed my bone broth craze. I've put into baby's cups.  I make soups and stews with my homema...

Last week, I ran across this post from the blog Food Republic , describing a collision of two of my favorite foods:  waffles and falafels. ...

  All morning long, the family cooks work in the kitchen -- trussing the turkey, tearing bread for stuffing, rolling out pie crusts -- and...

When I was a new teacher and on the brink of nervous exhaustion, another more seasoned teacher presented me with a bowl of lentil sausage s...

I sent my baby to kindergarten today.  We woke up to rain falling, softly.  A dark, grey morning, the sun seemed unwilling to get up. ...

My father used to pray the same prayer every day, as we sat down to eat:         Father, bless this food, and let it nourish our bod...

A few weeks ago, my five-year-old daughter was comparing the color of my skin to hers and noticed that mine is slightly darker. Mommy, sh...

My kitchen has a rhythm to it.  Some days are baking days, some are cooking days.  Some are rest days.  Every evening, I look ahead to the n...

As a mother of two little ones, I have a lot to say about hunger. About how hunger can be a crisis, if we are delayed somewhere and the li...

    You are the salt of the earth.   But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again?   It is no longer go...

It was about a year ago, when I saw my picture with my new family and saw that I was more than just tired.  I saw it in the eyes of the woma...