Yesterday we celebrated 30th birthday of my daughter's common-law husband in the kibbutz. Every family was supposed to contribute a soup. The one in front of me was an onion soup of unknown origin, not bad but definitely not like the traditional French onion soup in the picture. I am not saying that the Israeli kitchen is undigestible (which it is), but has much to learn from the French (and the Italian).
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