Well, I survived my weekend with only minor scratches from
Unfortunately the main reason for going to my aunt's was to help her learn how to use a computer and navigate around the WWWeb, and the tech showed up before we had returned from the trainstation and didn't bother calling her cellphone... So I will have to make the trip all over again in the near future. Which isn't really such a chore - I love my aunt, I love visiting her menagerie and I love all the attention the dozens of animals give me.
One downside of visiting is that we never seem to stop eating and drinking. This time I limited myself to 2 enormous chai's (she makes them herself, none of this teabag stuff), 1 square of chocolate, 2 bowls of chocolate rum and raisin icecream, a big glass of freshly squeezed pomello/clementina juice, chicken soup, masabacha and a dinner out. This is about half of what we normally eat in the same space of time...
I have to admit to feeling a little bit guilty about the dinner. I couldn't enthuse about the food the way my aunt did. Ness Tziona is not exactly a hotbed of haute cuisine, though admittedly it has a really amazing spice store with loads of middle eastern and north African mixes that send me into an uncontrolled frenzy of buying. The town most certainly doesn't have an Asian population that would make the necessity of a decent Chinese, Thai, or Japanese restaurant obligatory. Dinner was definitely not the highlight of the weekend.
We ended up having some ok inside-out salmon sushi, they didn't play with it so it passed muster. At the enthusiastic recommendation of my aunt we then split an "Asian" salad and a beef stir-fry on a bed of noodles sauteed with mixed vegetables.
The salad was oak lettuce with 3 kinds of peanuts - candied, crushed dry roasted, and extruded deepfried peanut butter noodle thingys served with a regular vinaigrette that had 3 drops of sesame oil to provide the Asian-ness.
The stir-fry was so lacking in any form of flavour that I asked for chili oil, soy sauce and any other kind of seasoning to create some form of image in my head. Their version of chili oil was sweet Shiriracha sauce, they gave me back the jar of soysauce from the sushi, and I found some chili salt on another table and swiped that. Once adulterated it was edible. The noodles were linguine, and the mixed vegetables were 1/2 a chopped cabbage leaf and a single green bean, which I though was a bit of an exaggeration. I coerced my aunt to forgo the hot cider - as a born and raised Canadian, the though of what an Israeli line cook in Ness Tziona would do to that doesn't bear consideration. I shudder to think about it.
The good thing about this was there were no leftovers and no washing up, though I would have preferred to cook...
My time was mainly spent fending off the amorous attentions of the dogs and cats. Amorous in the sense of "oh I love you, oh I want you to give me lots of attention" rather than having to shake them off my leg. Though the 2 month old kitten did get removed numerous times from said leg as he used it as a scratching post or a quick way to get up onto the table.
The best time of day for me was sitting on the verandah, wrapped in a blanket with a hotwaterdoggie snuggled on my lap, watching the sunset.
How much more perfect can life get?