Kfar in Hebrew means village. And that is exactly what Kfar Chabad is. A small village with houses surrounded by lots of trees. Lots of fruit trees, like pomegranate and fig palms. Lots of flowering trees and bushes.
Everything very, very green. A few shops in the center. A butcher, housewares, grocery. A pizza shop opened last year.
A little farther was the shop that was an object of my quest. No, believe it or not, it was it was not a Yarn Shop. It is an old fashion Fruit Store! Yes, I have been quite obsessed with fruit. Anywhere, outside Israel, uncut fruit is the most kosher thing one can find. The situation in Israel is drastically different and much more complicated. There are various laws pertaining to the kosher status of fruit that are new to us and very complicated. So we have made a decision to only buy fruit from a certain vendor here, in Migdal HaEmek. Unfortunately for me that vendor is Russian. This means that I call up the store and ask them if they have fruit. He answer is a happy “Yes, yes, we have apples.” By now this has become a ritual. So I was looking forward to some variety. I was not mistaken! What richness! What glory! And I was on my own, since DH and DS were off being interviewed. Did I go wild! You bet!
Here is what I bought:
1 basket of white plums
1 basket of fresh prunes
2 baskets of fresh figs
1 basket of very sweet thick skinned pears
1 basket of passiflora (passion flower fruit)
1 basket of unknown fruit that we have not been able to identify yet.
2 little and incredibly sweet pineapples
1 package of sunflower sprouts
some very interesting local garlic.
All of that went under the baby carriage.
By the time DH came out the deed was done!
After we met up with DH and DS we went to visit a lovely couple, who have been wonderful to the Eli, when he lived there. What a wonderful, welcoming home! We were invited in, exclaimed over, offered food and drink and good advise. At some point I pulled out my knitting. “I see you do not like to waste time”, said our hostess approvingly. No wonder it was a surprise, when at some point we realized that we are running late for the last train. Then a mad dash, through the dirt roads to the train station. The situation, that should have been stressful was instead fun. Two minutes after we got to the platform the train came. As we were getting close to Tel Aviv DH said that we will have very little time before the bus left.
All I can say is that we run as fast as we could. But we missed the bus by moments, because we did not find our gate on time. So we had to wait for an hour for the next one. That was when we found out about the terror attacks on Egged buses near Eilat. How can I describe our feelings. Sadness, dismay, anger, fear. All of it together. This is a reality of life here, in Israel. The wonderful and the terrifying are mixed together.
Finally, our bus came in, we got in, and that is when DD #4 decided that she has had enough. She would not stay in her car seat, she did not want to stay with DH so I put her in a sling and tried to just knit around her. She still was not happy, but a lot less noisy.
We got to Migdal HaEmek after midnight. Then walked home, about 20 minutes. Of course the baby, that refused to fall asleep for the past 2 hours fell asleep as we got really close to the building. Everyone at home was already asleep. And that was when DH asked me if I had a key. I did not. I told him, that I thought he had. We gaped at each other. No keys! The situation was saved by DS, who climbed over the wall into the garden and opened the door from inside.
P.S. We still has not identified the anonymous and very tasty fruit. Here it is, a large fruit, and a piece of it, next to the passiflora.
Can you help?