We were told we should go visit this particular family on the kibbutz. They are Arab, and it's apparently perfectly normal to just show up right around dinner time in their culture, which is what we did. I would have felt comfortable with this, but there were five of us, and I wondered if it wouldn't be pushing our welcome. I was quickly proved wrong. It was a wonderful evening, and neat to experience their culture, food, and wonderful children.
Mmmmm. Kabob. And yes, that is spaghetti. It seemed a little out of place amongst all the other diverse foods.
Bekah "enjoys" some Arabic coffee; black with sugar and cardamom. I am growing fond of it, as we are often treated to it from people around the kibbutz while we are working.
This barbeque was periodically kept going with a hair dryer.
Electric bellows...what a great idea!
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