Anne Kleinberg's Bed & Breakfast
An oasis on the green
Every year in November I’m reminded of how lucky I am to live in Israel. When did I ever get to see olives being pressed in Manhattan? When could I ever be part of a pomegranate festival on the Upper West Side? Albeit I miss Zabars, Fairway and most of all – Bloomingdales – but
I recently had the honor to attend a Japanese tea ceremony – albeit an abbreviated one. It was an experience not to be forgotten. I know nothing about tea ceremonies – Japanese or other. And when it was suggested that our “Flavors of the World” committee of the International Women’s Club create one, I had
I don’t live in New York anymore. So I can’t rely on falling leaves, fall colors, and road trips through New England to ascertain that its autumn. There are no Indian summers, hurricanes or rain storms here. I live in Israel, where its still warm and sunny and glorious. So what’s a girl to do?
Let’s start with the cats. We built our house four years ago and they were kittens hanging around the construction site (actually one papa and three babies). The workers started feeding them and I followed the tradition. I’ve never been much of a cat person, actually I used to have pretty serious allergies around cats,