Wednesday, 4 March 2015

It was the day of the wedding. 
I was as nervous as if it was my own wedding day so I went for a leisurely walk along the beach to calm the nerves. I then returned to my hotel, shovelled the make up on and headed to the venue.
"They better do the chair dance. It's the sole reason of my travel to Israel."; I thought to myself.

Once in the venue, I swiftly found the chair with my name on it and sat my ass down.
"Ah, no...once the bride enters, you stand up and whoop and holla.", said the random Jewish geezer to me. 
"You wha..?? This is not a hip-hop video."; I looked at him incredulously.
I decided he must be drunk and  continued to sit down. 
The bride entered....the rabbi began to sing an upbeat, contagious song...and the entire room started swaying, whooping, hollering, clapping, dancing and clambering to get a better look at the bride.
The bride was dancing too.
This was already way better than the boring Catholic ceremonies where everyone is dead serious, tears are shed and the priest tends to go on for at least an hour til everyone falls asleep.
"Dayyum...I wish I had a Jewish wedding ceremony."; I thought to myself, completely ignoring the fact that I am not Jewish.
The rabbi sang a few more upbeat songs, the groom stepped on a glass, happy couple were officially married, the chic venue was swiftly transformed into what can only be described as a nightclub and then the real party begun.
To complete the effect, the guests were even given glowsticks and other raving gear.
I furiously waved my glowstick around. The Israelis knew how to party and I wasn't going to be outdone. 
"I'll show them some London style.", I thought and threw some grandad dancing shapes on the dancefloor.




P.S.
I didn't have my DSLR at the wedding venue, but if you're curious to see photos from the wedding as well as other photos from Israel, check out my INSTAGRAM (and scroll down a bit ;) ).



 

Monday, 26 January 2015

My excitement was reaching fever pitch. I was going to Israel, the Biblical land of milk and honey. On my own. 
The Husband dropped me off to the airport: "Look, I think they're going to Tel Aviv as well."; he pointed in general direction of an Orthodox Jewish family rushing through the airport building.
"God, you're so presumptious. They might be going on a family holiday to Malaga."; I dismissed him.
The Orthodox Jewish family took their places at Tel Aviv boarding gate. 
"Oh, they're not  going to Malaga after all."; I was mildly disappointed.

I looked around. There were Orthodox Jews everywhere. Some of the men got up to pray and were busy readying themselves with great seriousness. They were wrapping what looked like high performance bands (Tefillin Shel Yad) around their arms and placing what looked like Go-Pro cameras (Tefillin) on their heads. Jewish praying was clearly a high intensity sport.
I was strangely soothed by presence of that many pious, religious people. The plane was unlikely to go down with quite that many believers on board.
I could truly relax...

Halfway to our destination, the air hostess got up and announced that back galley is now open for prayers. As if on cue, the entire Orthodox male contingent got up, put their long black coats and hats on, wrapped themselves in scarves, took their "athletic" equipment and occupied the back galley. They were rocking back and forth and praying. The terrible and extremely curious human being that I am, I rotated my body for 180 degrees, craned my neck and STARED!

The rest of the flight passed uneventfully. Mostly because I was asleep.
Upon arrival to Tel Aviv, a stern immigration official enquired about the purpose of my visit.
"I came for the wedding, bruv! JEWISH wedding!!"; I said.
He changed his demeanour, smiled and waved me through: "Enjoy!"

I breathed in the fragrant Mediterranean air and thought to myself: "Tel Aviv, this is going to be awesome!"




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Saturday, 24 January 2015

New Hair



"Cut a fringe"; they said.
"You'll look younger"; they said.
So I cut it.

I wore:
Coat: Boden (here on sale )
Necklace: Heart.It 
Dress: ASOS (similar here on sale )
Tights: Falke merino blend (here )
Bag: Rebecca Minkoff (here on sale )
Shoes: ASOS ( similar here)
Rings: Ottoman Hands (here in blue and tiger eye )

Nails: OPI "Tickle My Francey" (here)
 

Linking up with Fun Fashion Friday, Friday's Fab Favorites, Fashion Friday & Passion For Fashion

Thursday, 22 January 2015

Croatians have funny cake names. Case in point...Pineapple Fantasy Cake. It has pineapple and it's...ummm...fantastic? 
Well, I made it the other day and it was eaten in record time.
It's a bit fiddly to make and it does take time, but it's worth it.

You'll need:
For sponge: 
6 eggs
120g sugar
120g flour

For cream:
20ml milk
100g sugar
5 egg yolks
1 sachet of vanilla sugar
20g powdered gelatine
50ml cream
large tin of pineapple slices or chunks (blended roughly in blender)

For white cream:
5 egg whites
200g sugar
a pinch of salt

Extra:
50g dark chocolate (grated)
3 tbs milk

To make:
Sponge:
1) Beat the egg whites with a pinch of salt and 2tbs of sugar til firm
2) Beat the egg yolks with the rest of sugar til smooth, then add flour and egg white mixture
3) Pour the sponge mixture in a lightly oiled cake tin (25x35cm)  and bake for around 20 minutes on 180 c
4) When the sponge is ready and cooled down, sprinkle it with a bit of milk.

Cream:
1) Mix milk, egg yolks, sugar, gelatine and vanilla sugar over the boiled water (Bain Marie) til the mixture becomes thick and smooth (around 10 minutes or so), then leave to cool.
2) Whip the cream then add to egg yolk mix.
3). Add the pineapple to egg yolk mix too and spread over the sponge base.

White Cream:
1) Beat egg whites, salt and sugar til very smooth and shiny and spread over the pineapple cream.

Sprinkle grated chocolate over the cake and leave overnight in the fridge to cool.
Enjoy!


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