A Night of Everything

We worked in the morning and then met up for lunch in the afternoon. Jonathan talked in his grandmother's Jewish New York accent for about an hour, while preparing his lunch. It was so funny, he stayed in character the whole time, just perfect. I don't remember laughing that hard since I have been away from the states. He then headed off to feed some dogs and I relaxed for a while and then made some food for dinner.

Jonathan reappeared after I was cleaning up. He tasted my yam and pear mixture and said it tasted like Thanksgiving and he was going to make more right now, the exact same thing. He pulled out a yam, cut it (without peeling is, difference #1). Then he cut it into huge pieces (difference #2), took out a green apple (difference #3...you get the point). He said the apple will allow him to eat a cold pear as a snack later. He added cinnimon and sugar to the mixture. Then he added some flour. Basically, he kept looking in the cabinets and adding more and more stuff, including cream (which was in the fridge not cabinet). It smelled awesome but tasted more like a compote then what I made. Then he whipped out some cocoa powder, cream and sugar and mad himself a little chocolate syrup type sauce. With my idea he put it into the oven and then sat for 10 minutes. Added the chocolate on top and some really really REALLY old fig jam and put it back in the oven. He was thinking about cooking it for 3 hours, but I told him I did not think there was a need to do that. I talked him down for the 1 hour to 15 minutes and then he took it out.

While it rested on the stove he went to clean the dishes, which were everywhere. I mean this is a small kitchen but when you start to concoct things it just gets horribly messy. The sink got clogged and he went to jiggle the hose. Oh the sink has a water pipeline going in and just a plastic tube leading the used water into the garden. Anyway, when he did this the tube popped out and there was water all over the kitchen floor. He got that put back in and pulled out the bathroom squeegy. He decided the kitchen floor should be mopped and took two cups of water and threw it on the floor and then poured some dishsoup on the ground. He said this is how he cleans when there is a lack of cleaning supplies. It made me laugh - I mean I don't think this is something I would have thought to do, at least not in my own house-but I should have known, this is not my house (only one sharp knife, which is an old old steak knife and barely cuts?!) this is the farm.

After he cleaned the floor he tried to fix the sink again, from outside this time. He said that he usually gigles it from outside and the fact it came out inside proves that he should continue the giggling outside...However, this caused the pipe to fall out inside again, no I did not help. The sink was not clogged when I used it and man it was dirty and gross! I let him work it for a while and then he saw Amir's brother at the other house. He got him brother and the two of them, ,ike plumbers, got down on their backs looking at the sink pipes. The determined taht the rubber piece was missing and now it is causing a leak, even when the pipes are put together. We put a plastic container under the sink and Jonathan dove into his Thanksgiving Dream.

It smelled so good, it was unbelievable. I thought he should join Israel's test kitchen if they had one since coming up with something that good with such few ingredients uses real talent. I mean really it is crazy the number (or lack there of) items we have. It is good though, it causes me to rethink what to make, switch things up, how to alter the flavor of the same ingredients, make a different texture, etc. All I know is that when I get home, I will be spoiled, royally. I tasted some of his dessert (which should have just been a side dish orginally) and it was good. The fact that he added flour to it made it taste doughy though, no worries he loved it and ate it up.

I went to bed a couple of hours after than while Jonathan stayed up to watch the Simpsons. I was awoken by massive rain, seconds later Jonathan was up too. He sat up and I knew he was going to head out to cover the mud bricks. I couldnt help though, I had no sneakers to get wet, I would slide in my flip flops, there is no light, I would trip in a ditch, all ofmy clothes were hanging on the clothes line outside, probabbly more wet now then when they left the washer and I had nothign to change into. Jonathan said I could help if I wanted and I said "with that comment, I pass." As soon as he returned the rain stopped. Then the car alarm went off. When that finally stopped, the rooster began its 4am wake up call (at least he is letting me sleep a little later than before).

It has been just so weird but rediculously comical, enjoying my dorm-esq life again.