I was totally overwhelmed by the abundance of fresh food in Israel. Every time we sat down to the table, our generous hosts covered every available square inch with dishes to try. I, of course, couldn’t let one pass me by, so I always left the table feeling thoroughly stuffed and seriously spoiled.
In those stomach-clutching moments, I day-dreamed about going home to a simple quinoa salad and a glass of wine. The grass is always greener, isn’t it?
Honest to goodness, those dishes passed by so quickly that I hardly had a moment to dissect one before the next arrived. I had hoped to come home with a long list of dishes to recreate, but I’m left mostly with vague, game-changing impressions of flavors, colors, smells and sights. It was a whirlwind of a trip and a really wonderful experience.