I wasn’t always the food enthusiast I am today. In fact, I was THE pickiest eater ever. My diet consisted of five items: chicken nuggets, French fries, arepas, empanadas and chocolate milk.  Imagine my parents’ frustration when I refused to eat whatever they have cooked that night. I was such a picky eater that the first time I tried mac and cheese, quesadillas and hot dogs was when I went to summer camp after my Bat Mitzvah. I was 13 years old when I first tried three elements that are part of any child’s diet.

It wasn’t until college that I truly expanded my eating habits. I was tired of checking the menu of the restaurants ahead of time to see if I could find something I would like. It was exhausting to ask the wait staff to change certain things on the plate I ordered so I could eat it without any problems – especially when it came to cilantro. I hated cilantro. I dreaded going with my friends to the school’s cafeteria because I would always eat the same soggy pizza. I decided it was enough, and I changed my eating habits.  I would try more vegetables and cooked them in different ways to see which one I liked the most - roasted vegetables, with lots and lots of beets and carrots. I tried to fish, both cooked and raw. I even tried sushi and loved it. Well, I gave sushi a third chance. Three’s a charm!  

I loved trying new food and eating out so much, that being a picky eater was no longer an option. My family and close friends were surprised with my new eating habits and my love for food. It wasn’t long ago when I wouldn’t eat anything other than fried food and melted cheese, and now I can’t wait to go to different restaurants and try new food. My days of being a picky eater are long gone!


If you told 7-year-old Orly that she would have a food blog one day, she wouldn’t believe it. And now, there is nothing I enjoy more than sitting on my couch sipping some coffee and writing about my favorite restaurants. This was never a plan of mine.Actually, I was –and still am- into writing about self-esteem and self-love, feminism and how-to articles. So how did I get into writing about food?

Whenever I went out to eat I would take videos and photos to post on my Snapchat. Soon, the snaps of gooey chocolate, cheese pulls and all-you-can-eat sushi replaced the ones of concerts, beach trips and girls’ night in.  I enjoyed documenting whatever I was eating so much that I wouldn’t let anyone touch his or her plate until I was done with taking the

One day, a friend walked to me, and before saying hello, he complained about my Snapchat-posting tendencies. He said that he gets hungry every time I posted something on my story, and that I should create an Instagram page instead.

For a while, I toyed with the idea of actually creating an Instagram page. I was afraid I was not going to get as many followers, or that I wasn’t going to be able to keep up with posting constantly. With Snapchat, I didn’t have to think about a posting calendar, but with Instagram it was different.  A few weeks after, I went to New York City to visit a friend. Over poached eggs and iced coffee, we talked about the idea of creating a food Instagram. We brainstormed some names that I truly didn’t like, and when she said “You are as stubborn as an Israeli and as warm as a Latina,” it clicked. I am a Latina Jew who eats. I am a Jewtina who eats. My Instagram page will be Jewtinaeats.  I put my fork down, created the handle, and proceed to finish my food. It was too good not to.

Since then, I snap pictures of all the food I eat, even snacks and smoothies. My Instagram was doing great, it was doing so great actually, that I wondered if I should do more. My amazing roommate in Israel knew how much I loved food and writing, and she asked me why I haven’t created a page to write about the food I constantly photograph. I didn’t have a concrete answer; I truly didn’t know why I didn’t do that. Later that afternoon I bought the domain for Jewtina Eats.