The three of us were in the kitchen – Tomer, his sister, and I.
We were cooking up an insanely delicious vegan dinner for Sukkot, a beautiful holiday that symbolizes the return to simplicity.
The whole family is not yet vegan, but nearly there, and they love vegan food. The whole 3 weeks we stayed with them were filled with delicious vegan dishes, and no meat was in the house.
We decided to make an Asian vegan feast: sweet potato quinoa with a yummy sushi dipping sauce, sushi stuffed with the former, sweet and sour cucumber salad, oil-free stir fry, and a yummy raw vegan cookie dessert.
I was directing the savory operation, while Tomer was directing the rolling of cookie ball things, as always.
His sister was following our chef orders, and rolling about 50 balls of oat cookie dessert things.
“This time, everyone will love my food more than your dessert,” I said to Tomer. Because I am the professional cook in the family. And because he is a guy, and makes dessert, everyone always raves about his dessert, and not about my food. And it’s annoying.
This time, it was going to be different.
I think this statement jinxed us on so. many. levels.
While rolling the balls diligently, Tomer’s sister suddenly heard a sneeze.
Not one of those polite, cute sneezes.
This was a giant, mega sneeze, full-force sneeze. Coming from her brother.
As a result, many pieces of dough from diligently-rolled cookie dough ball things flew in the air.
Bonny, the dog, ran away in horror.
And we laughed for hours. Ok, maybe minutes.
Then came dinner. I was determined to be favored in this one.
And somehow, I was! Everyone fell in love with the food, and were not crazy about the dessert.
I actually thought it was really delicious, and kept telling Tomer. But it was too late. He was offended.
That was not my intention, but nevertheless, I was happy that once, just once, my food was raved about more than the damned dessert!
Finally, when our bellies were very, very full, the family began to put away some leftovers. A jar of chocolate from the desert, some quinoa, a jar of sushi dipping sauce.
Why waste it, right?
“Tomer, should I pour the chocolate over the cookies and keep it in the fridge like that?” asked Tomer’s mom.
“Yes, that sounds good.”
But little did he know, the chocolate and the sushi dipping sauce had, well, very similar colors.
But it was too late.
We had some delicious cookie dough ball things, smothered in almond-butter, tamari, mustard dipping sauce.
Oh, the rolling laughter on the floor…
“And I did my best to really pour it in there, and smother them super well,” his mom said, in windows of ridiculous bursts of laughter.
Believe it or not, this Jewish mom loves her son so much that she actually had some of them the next morning with her coffee. And said they tasted good.
Here is a glimpse into more of our vegan food in Israel and Portugal (including embarrassing amounts of hummus):
For more on what we did and ate, check out the vlog.
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