Right In The Eggs!

My mother-in-law's kitchen: eggs purchased from the woman who collected them, natch. The yolks, and the salmon colored scrambled eggs that result, put me off the first time. Here's a typical yolk, and a lighter one like I'm used to.

In Hebrew, a man gets hit in the eggs, not the balls.

Like Oranges and Oranges

I figure no better welcome to Israel than oranges picked a few minutes before from the tree in the neighbor's yard. These were a little more tart than I like, so dusted with coarse crystalline sugar.

Note the poser japanese knife with the holes in the blade to look cool. Poor edge, poor balance, plastic handle. My mother-in-law does not care about knives. Ick. I koshered my santoku so I could give these oranges the jewel like cuts they deserved; they still bled everywhere.