My son, Ari, was able to come up to Nahariya on Saturday evening. He arrived a little after 6 pm with his friend, Sammy, taking the bus from Nahalal to Nahariya.
Although they live in the same country, a few hours apart, my chikdren hadn’t seen each other in over a year and a half. If anyone was expecting an emotional reunion, they would be disappointed. They did acknowledge each other’s existence, engaged in some sarcasm and we began to plan dinner. Ari decided he wanted to use the chicken filets to make a chicken katsu and use the rice paper to make veggie wraps. Orli agreed reluctantly to the tilapia I had (she’s a vegetarian or pescatarian and picky).
So, it was back to the supermarket, this time with Ari and Sammy, and another list from Orli. We found most of Orli’s list easily, but struggled to locate the tofu. We picked up some cabbage, carrots, panko, sesame oil, soy sauce, sweet chili sauce, cheese, crackers, and chips.
Once back in the apartment, everyone chipped in to do some food prep and cooking.
Dinner turned out to be very good. Some time later, Sammy, Ari, and I decided to walk into town for dessert. Orli was tired and stayed home.
We walked along the tayelet, saw the crowds of people wandering, and paused to watch the large group of people dancing. We maneuvered up Ga’aton Boulevard, found a gelato shop without a big crowd, got our dessert and then returned to the apartment at the end of a full evening.
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