When I moved to my current house, I discarded – with much pain and anguish –  hundreds of cookbooks. Granted, they ended up at a local culinary school, but my name isn’t affixed to the collection. And I didn’t really care. All that mattered to me was that they would huddle together, at least … More The Mouthwatering and Mind-bending Experience of Cooking from Yotam Ottolenghi’s “Jerusalem”