Hi, I’m Hila — self-declared housewife of my friend group. You won’t find recipes here, because I don’t use them. I don’t measure; I eyeball. I taste as I go. I cook like a grandma with secrets, and somehow, it always works.

Apartment 11A is where everything starts from scratch (including chaos). It always smells like something you didn’t know you were craving. This site isn’t a food blog. it’s just a little window into the meals, memories, and unsolicited second servings that happen in my kitchen. The door’s always open, come hungry, leave full, and don’t worry I’ll force you to leave with leftovers on the way out.