My aunt has come to visit from Africa.
But she is not the obligation of which I speak...
Nor am I obliged,
Beyond common courtesy and extreme gratitude,
For the pomellos that appeared on my doorstep.
No, what has put me under an obligation is my latest
Jaffa Flea Market purchase...
Being sold as a job lot just behind this gorgeous old Morris was a shoebox (admittedly child-sized) filled with funky cocktail forks. Cleaned and polished, they look pretty impressive!
So why is this an obligation?
Well, I have enough cocktail forks to supply a marching band (sixty nine to be exact), and now I feel obliged to start making interesting cocktail snacks that need to be speared by funky cocktail forks.
Good thing that New Years is this weekend!
In the meantime, I am entertaining (very happily) my aunt who I have not seen in 16 years. This is a great treat for me, pure unadulterated quality time with no external distractions and a really wonderful opportunity to learn who exactly my aunt is, not as a wife, mother, daughter or grandmother, but as a person.
That kind of opportunity doesn't often happen with family,
Usually you have to share...
And, not only do I get to be completely selfish this weekend and have my aunt all to myself, but I also get to show off the small everyday joys that make up my life here in Israel...
Masabacha from Ali Caravan and
The bounty of my weekly CSA box
(tomatoes, clementines, coriander)
The Jaffa Flea Market
The local street cats...
Tomorrow will bring what tomorrow will bring... but rain or shine I know that I will drag my aunt, this person who I love, to see another corner of this place that I love.