Israel. My home, my heritage, a country where the West meets the East, where falafel and French cuisine live in coexistence (and hopefully, so will the inhabitants soon in the future), where the Sun shines of us, whether we are Jews, Muslims or Christians, like to hang out on the beach wearing briefs, or live with Down Syndrome (1:01 I think), work at the shuk or go ski with friends. This is Sunshine Across Israel.
In my previous post, I put up some crochet pieces for sale, with a goal to get myself something that woukd aid my everyday communication with people, who don’t sign. Go, check them out, please.
I wanted to give this rosary its own blog post, but ended up deciding to include it here.
In the summer I was at Gouba, an artisan market in Budapest, hunting for gifts for various upcoming birthdays, Hanukkah and just whatever occasion. The market is located at the Gozsdu udvar, a series of connected courtyards between Király street and Dob street. Most of the traffic comes in from the end at Király, and the closer the stand is to Király, the more desirable it is. Some of the last courtyard towards Dob utca, however, are used free or with a discount by various non-profits. Since we always walk down to Dob utca to do some shopping at the kosher shop in the last building of Gozsdu udvar, we knew that these non-profits usually have nice things to offer.
One of my favourite sellers is a Jewish non-profit, who sell a lot of donated items, some handmade ones and the the stand is usually staffed by cheerful, crocheting ladies. That day it wasn’t different, and while we chatted (thanks to my iPad) and they gave me crocheting tips, and sold me a beautiful mezuzah, I looked over the table and saw a small bowl of rosaries and cross pendants. It seemed a bit out of place among the Judaica, but then it was explained that they usually come from estates that were donated to them. Since they work with non-Jewish people mostly, many of their donors are also not Jewish. They initially weren’t sure what to do with them, but then decided not to discard them, because they once belonged to someone who cherished them. They sell them a lot cheaper than the Catholic bookstores, not really making money on them, but hoping they will find a home with someone who will cherish them again. “It’s faith that makes them sacred,” one of the ladies said.
She was right.
Today is a day for videos! Here is
Sherlock Benedict Cumberbatch with the sign of four. Or something! Khan he count them all?
I have a very secret cod we use at home. I mean cod recipe. It’s also probably the easiest ever, the kids usually make it themselves, so I have very little hassle with it, and hardly any dish clean up.
Basically we take a large piece of tin foil, place a slice of cod on it, with seasoned butter, frozen green peas, a few slices of potatoes on top, wrap it all well in the tin foil, and put it in the overn till the whole kitchen smells great. I think it’s 15-20 minutes at 200°C. We usually eat them without utensils, with some freshly baked bread and lots of ice cold Coke.
It’s 16°C (61°F) here right now, and I’m a bit cold and very hungry. We don’t turn the heating on much here, so now I’m sitting on the couch, wrapped in an EDS blanket (no idea where it comes from) and reading the new blog of my friend Jill, about her daughter Vera. Jill and her husband adopted Vera, who has Down Syndrome from Russia when she was 5 and a half years old–long before it was the popular thing to do. Vera is turning 15 in a few days, so let’s celebrate her birthday by visiting her new blog!
Google gets it.
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