I have no intention of underestimating the IDF's manpower crisis, belittling the importance of military service, or being cynical about the motivation data of the next recruits. It is also clear that it is very desirable to be relatively strict about the equality of the burden - whatever this burden may be - and try to build a healthy and united society from there More.
Really. I'm not there. We have a lot of problems on the table, of course, but first we should be able to get to that table safely and in one piece.
And yet, I'm sitting now in front of Or Yosef, with the most table-like table I've ever seen separating us - a shadowy wooden rectangle and shouting A "picnic" that keeps filling up with carbohydrate distractions during conversation - and one can't help but wonder what the hell her commanders were thinking, how they almost let this happen, and how close we were to a failure (culinary, but also security by any sane standard) that ended with another female officer A talented but disgruntled set, instead of what is happening right now in front of my eyes.
Treats, of course treats.
oryosss (photo: Walla! system, Yaniv Granot)
A cruel test.
oryosss (photo: Walla! system, Yaniv Granot)
Every time I ask a question and try to look her in the eye, additional and valuable real estate space is taken up by a busy plate
And what's happening right now in front of my eyes is Wall and Tower 2023, because every time I ask a question and try to look her in the eye, another valuable real estate space is taken up by a busy plate. Hot "must eat now" focaccia, buttery croissants and rich cream And thick but also airy how she did it oozes out of them the more I dig, borax whose mere existence and its "wow" probably weren't enough, so it was upgraded to "treats".
She answers, and I just want to get out of this safely. Is this a cruel test that she Regularly editing for interviewers? Is it a viral challenge I didn't know existed? The possibilities are there, and mostly point to my new attention deficit disorder, just waiting to be diagnosed. One more question, then five bites, and Cipralex.
There are commanders in the IDF. oryosss
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I served 12 years in the army.
In the process, I studied confectionery and took a lot of courses in Israel and abroad, because I wanted to learn everything from the very source
"I returned the question and enlisted in 2008," she said, "I joined the army and ended up serving 12 years in the army. In the process, I studied pastry making and took a lot of courses in Israel and abroad, because I wanted to learn everything from the very source."
At one point, as mentioned, she decided to "gain courage and break free", but her request to shorten her service was not approved. "They made a mess for me, and I found myself stuck in a frustrating situation, which also challenged the system, and rightly so.
" of the commander. "I thought about it at home and the next day I came to him and told him: 'Listen, I can't do it anymore, really.
So tomorrow I'm not coming, and you decide whether it's an absence or a long sabbatical before my release."
No one should be jealous of that commander, and the difficult professional dilemma that unfolded in his office, so we will just write that he did get angry, but also that he made the right decision.
Right decision, for the common good.
oryosss (photo: Walla! system, Yaniv Granot)
"I didn't want perfect, I wanted a house."
Yosef (Photo: Or Yosef)
"I was a major with an attached car and a pension at the age of 42 and I exchanged everything at a cafe in Otef, hundreds of meters from Gaza"
And so, Oryosss opens in January 2020, a relatively optimistic month that only in hindsight turned out to be the last normal month before a Hollywood-scale epidemic took over the world and didn't let it go until now.
Yosef looked at everything, received as a bonus a periodic operation in Gaza, and did not stop hearing those around her wondering what happened to her.
"I was a major with an attached car and a pension at the age of 42 and I traded everything in a cafe in Otef, hundreds of meters from Gaza, with an entrance gate to a kibbutz that requires safety-security coordination with every opening," she repeated, "everyone asked why I needed it, but I continued, And in the process I started the 'perfect dessert'. There was nothing here when I opened, and now there are lovely coffee carts, and someone who makes good bread, and more and more, it's exciting."
Take the time, it's worth it.
Oryosss (photo: Walla! system, Yaniv Granot)
"Even the pages you see here I left a little rusty. This is not Paris in the south of Israel, absolutely not"
Small signs direct the car to the cafe, and a small parking lot allows you (mainly on weekdays, on weekends you need ramps and asphalt spaces) to get out, soak up the silence and step inside.
There is no grandeur, architect's finish and magazine design here.
Everything is intentional.
"I didn't want perfect, I wanted them to feel like at home," she explains, "even the pages you see here I left a little rusty. This is not Paris in the south of Israel, absolutely not."
So we did a little renovation and a little untouched, and what used to be a second-hand store rose into a place of food, embraced a tabon and raised a showcase.
People come and go, new mothers with carts making coffee and pastries and domestic tourists who come especially, friends looking for grass (right behind the bushes, the mats are already there) and food journalists who could no longer ignore.
far away?
I was scheduled from Tel Aviv 55 minutes.
On Friday-Saturday it even drops a little.
Try to enter the Huldai trenches with the car at the same time and report back in detail what took longer.
learn from the source.
Oryosss (Photo: Or Yosef)
Don't be alarmed by the queue.
Oryosss (Photo: Or Yosef)
"Look, we're still 300 meters from the fence, so it's exciting to see that"
Yosef believed in herself, but can honestly say that she was indeed surprised by the reaction and the audience.
"Look, we're still 300 meters from the fence, so it's exciting to see it. On weekdays it's fun, and on weekends in general. Even when it's raining, there's a line here all the way."
She raises her hand back, and I accompany this movement until the fingers can no longer reach, and only the smile replaces them.
"There are those who see the queue and make a move, but who would have known that we are ticking, and I really hope it pays off for them in the end."
Along with this, she quietly details what are the best hours, and the least waiting, to arrive, but there are state intelligence secrets that I will agree to write here before.
You understand, right?
A justified (and excessive) homage to South Adom.
Oryosss (photo: Walla! system, Yaniv Granot)
You start with the croissant decently, and finish a few seconds later, with wrists outstretched, to the handcuffs of "exaggeration"
Breakfast here is served on Thursday-Friday-Saturday, and offers individual and paired egg-dipping options, the same hearty borax, with cream and Bulgarian cheese, cheese and chard or potato, a "Sachug Croissant" a little less spicy than it tries to scare and the tastiest there is (and in fact "Home Croissant", as she calls it, being half Yemeni and half Kurdish), a croissant-sandwich version of truffle butter and local mushrooms from Mebekiim, and also a trio for hamjoon (pizza, cherry tomatoes and polenta with artichokes, in a lovely sweet-sour combination and neutralizing passon) .
All of these, of course, are just an appetizer (yes, I wrote that. An appetizer) to the conscious rampage of Yosef and her team, which can innocently also be called a "pastry and dessert showcase".
Banana-bread and crack pie, mountain crème shnit and three cheese cake that does not take into account the nutritional recommendations of the Ministry of Health, a bright raspberry-rose macaron and sinbon.
The freedom to choose can be cruel sometimes.
Apart from these, there is also a spectacular "mushroom" made of vanilla mousse and nougat and salted caramel, St. Honore with mascarpone and caramel, a raspberry and white chocolate croissant with fruit from the Netiv Thara that started as an homage to "South Adom" and has not been able to leave the menu since, and also a Dolce croissant with chocolate white and milk jam, which you start with decently, and finish a few seconds later, with wrists stretched forward, to the handcuffs of "exaggeration".
Who needs Paris?
Oryosss
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The evening menu is served here from Monday to Thursday, and includes "the part of me that likes to cook", as defined by Yosef.
There are, for example, starters such as vegetable and eggplant meatballs, a cheese cigar and an Asian salmon ceviche, there is also the same tabon and the same lehamjon, and an active kitchen that produces polenta tortellini in a butter and white wine sauce, ricotta ravioli in beetroot sauce, or flaky and mushroom risotto.
Then, it's good that you asked, you can choose "desserts from the showcase", that sweet magic mushroom and also egg Faberge with mascarpone, ice cream, strawberries and pineapple.
now or never.
Oryosss (photo: Walla! system, Yaniv Granot)
Yosef's schedule, 33 years old and mother of two daughters - after all this leaves her only Sundays, which are dedicated to slowing down (but also to training), closing logistical corners and drinking accelerated coffee ("outside, relax a bit in the sun").
Meanwhile, she plans what's next - the next branch in Israel, the trip abroad, the course that will teach her something new. I raise an eyebrow in bewilderment, trying to think of what else there is to learn with such dough, and she explains that "even if my croissant seems perfect to you, I know there's always a little something to improve, in everything."
I wasn't convinced, but I did. My job is not to be easily convinced, and her job is to ignore, to dream and make it come true - and also to tattoo on her body as a reminder of her Michelin dream. "I have a lot of plans in mind , and I know how to plan for the long term," she lit up her eyes, "so in the meantime I started taking care of myself, nurturing myself, investing in myself, and at the same time I'm looking at what's next, checking my gut feelings and waiting for a sign."
This.
She stops talking, takes a knife, and cuts a croissant in half.
The small tray is moved towards me and she moves to the borax, engineers the plates and brings both the hamjon and the mushroom at the same time - each of them, she swears, must be eaten now or never.
Like her, I check my gut and wait for a sign.
A young soldier, half-uniformed and armed with a cross, entered with his girlfriend inside.
Someone has to deal with the IDF's manpower challenges, I think so, but first he comes here.
"Oryosss", Kibbutz Erez, 055-5617550
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