My mother-in-law recently asked me about greek yogurt. I discovered greek yogurt about a year ago and I love it! So, I was happy to tell my m-i-l all about it. I was curious, though, as she is not really the biggest yogurt fan.
“In Israel,” she says, having just returned from a visit there,
“You didn’t!” I interrupted. “Did you have the cheese in Safed? You know I am going back there just for the cheese?!”
“It was incredible,” she replied. “We were eating salads and cottage cheese for breakfast. Some days, we took yogurt, added some fresh fruit, some granola, and drizzled a bit of honey over it. We are actually going to have some right now.”
“It won’t taste the same, you know.”
Ahh, I have never tasted anything so delicious… 16 years later, I can still taste that cheese. We had only one day in Safed and we spent it walking and exploring. We had arrived by bus and so began our day with a climb through the streets. We visited the old synagogues and the artists’ colony, we met fascinating people and saw incredible sights, and in the middle of this most glorious day, we sat at the top of the city overlooking the surrounding countryside and savoured the most delicious lunch I think I have ever eaten. I had a soft cheese sandwich. I am sure there must have been vegetables in it, but I only tasted the cheese. I decided then and there that I wanted to live in this deeply delightful town.
There are a few moments in life that we remember in absolute clarity. Moments that alter the course of our lives forever afterwards. The moment I decided that I would marry my husband is one. This top-of-the-world lunch was another.
I am so happy that my in-laws had such a wonderful trip and I can’t wait to see all the pictures and hear all the stories – but I have heard the one I needed to hear. I have recalled the cheese. I have rekindled the moment.