Sure happiness might be a warm gun to the Beatles, but to me, it’s a piece of halva the size of a brick. I’ve been asked for more food pictures from Israel, but alas, I’ve shared them all.

A short post with no recipe — how dare I? Yet I write not just to be useful, but for poetry: for the love of food, and simply because it brings me joy.

This is the freshest halva in Syracuse. Light and studded in perfect proportions with pistachios. It’s so good, it’s worth waiting in line for (especially when the line runs next to about 15 open buckets of olives.  Today I was caught, thank goodness only by a mischievous old lady.)

When life sends those  sudden sweet cravings, halva comes in swiftly to the rescue. When I’ve got this much of it on hand, I know that things will be just fine.

6 thoughts on “happiness

  1. April 13, 2009 at 5:41 pm

    do you actually LIKE this stuff?? I have not had it in years, but don’t remember it being that wonderful…

    1. Jen
      April 13, 2009 at 7:18 pm

      It’s SO good! Have you never had the fresh stuff?

  2. April 14, 2009 at 12:43 pm

    Halva is good stuff!

  3. Anonymous
    June 9, 2009 at 3:34 pm

    Where did you get this?! I live in Syracuse and I’ve been searching for fresh halva!

    1. Jen
      June 9, 2009 at 10:53 pm

      Samir’s, of course. It’s on Genesee across from Syracuse Stage. Check out their olives, cheese, and bulk food too!

      1. Ellie
        June 10, 2009 at 7:26 pm

        I bought some today! My first (of many i’m sure) trip to Samir’s. It’s delicious, thanks so much for the tip.