It is taken very seriously.
The latter school I avoid at all costs.
SistR and family sent me an invitation for a Saturday al ha esh, "convening for drinks at 17h30, aiming to eat at around 18:00", with an addendum, for those who don't know the location, that it was " The ONE WITH THE INTERCOM DOOR, not the junkie joint". This is a necessary notation as there are 3 entrances with the same number, 2 of which are really, really scary. They aren't ours...
Being a little limited in terms of motion tolerance right now, my contribution was made with whatever was available in the house. I made an Asian tabbouleh thing, even though I had planned on making a potato salad (specially requested by one of the guests).
One makes do with what one has.
I steamed some quinoa instead of bulgur - I prefer the taste and texture, it stands up better to the addition of any liquids that leak from the veggies. Medium diced pumpkin, sweet & white potato, red peppers & onions were tossed in oil and thrown into the oven to roast slowly until they were browned and crispy (well, the potatoes anyways). Lots of green onions, all of my Chubeza green onions and parsley, a bunch of coriander, Thai basil and a birdseye chili pepper, fish sauce, light soy sauce, sweet apple vinegar (not cider - apple - its Japanese and really yummy), garlic, ginger, black pepper and white onion and a touch of sesame oil. While the quinoa & veg were cooling I fell asleep - it is a great escape from pain. 15 minutes after I was supposed to arrive I woke up, threw on some clothes, mixed all of my separate bowls together, threw a basil sprig into the middle and limped upstairs (thank goodness I live in a building with an elevator, otherwise I would be wearing out the seat of my trousers!).
The group that SistR had invited are journalists at Ha'aretz newspaper, and a very nice crowd they are too. I do have to keep my mouth shut about work, but to be politic I do ask them to send my regards to the journalists I know who work the hi-tech beat.
I sat and held court, being waited on leg and foot (my hands were occupied with a Heineken). The men occupied themselves with starting the fire (dinner at 18:00 was a bit of wishful thinking), and then, once it was well and truly lit, added more coals just in case. As a consequence, once the first ash had appeared the heat was so intense that they had to wait another 30 minutes before they could put the first of the meat on the barbie. But the wait was worth it. Chicken breasts, kebabs, shishlik and kabanos from Hinnawi, green salad, humous, tehine, beer and wine, all in quantities that could sink a ship.
Desserts were refrigerator cheese cake and a ricotta lemon pie
They both disappeared too quickly to take pictures.
Like any good get together there was good conversation,
good food, and a good time had by all.