Sunday 14 July
Tonight we drove to Jerusalem for
a momentous occasion: Dvorah was moving from the house on Midbar Sinai that
Ehud had built for her and the family, and this was the last garden party she
would hold there (though we know she'll continue to welcome friends in her new
apartment, or anywhere else she happens to be). We
brought some wine, and Kathy got vegetable pastries from the new bakery Ne'eman
in the shopping center down the hill.
As usual, Dvorah was producing an
enormous spread, so Holt helped her with the tofu she had soaking in orange
juice and soy by draining it, frying it, and reducing the sauce as a
topping. As well as that and the savory
pastries, the table was full of Jerusalem kugel, which looks like uncrusted
pumpkin pie; normal kugel, which is pale by comparison; squash and peas; couscous; beets; and every sort of
salad possible. There were also juices,
wines (about seven bottles for 45 Israelis, which means that lots got left
over), and every other sort of dessert.
We greeted, we smiled, we toasted
(Danny Bahat: "Dvorah was actually born on the day of my bris!"), we
hugged, we wept a little. And at the
end, Dvorah gave us a stewpot, a piece from her and Ehud's enormous copper
collection, as a memento.
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