When I lived in Jerusalem, my friend Yoram sent me to the middle of no-where to get fresh Goat Yogurt. I was on a bus with chickens flying, goats, soup to nuts! Somehow no one even spoke Hebrew on this bus and my 5 gallon yogurt slipped out of my greased with olive oil palms. I am surprised I did not milk the goat myself , this is how homespinning it all was. I would not milk a goat. Oh no, your not gonna make me! Said with my true Amy Winehouse swagger. But, I did at 18 ride a turquoise bus w: broken windows have the giant plastic jar roll down to the driver and back up again and back down visa versa before I caught it, nearly killing a few chickens. Come to think about it? It may have affected the cheese later! Goat butter? Yikes! I cannot remember the small town I went to visit to forage? None the less, when I returned back to Jerusalem we began this brief but with brevity process of making deeelicious cheese just like this but sorry, it was even better of course from the Chicken voodoo dancing. I wish I could have some now!
“The ultimate aim of civility and good manners is to please: to please one’s guest or to please one’s host. To this end one uses the rules laid down by tradition: of welcome, generosity, affability, cheerfulness and consideration for others. People entertain warmly and joyously. To persuade a friend to stay for lunch is a triumph and a precious honour. To entertain many together is to honor them all mutually. It is equally an honour to be a guest.”
Claudia Roden, food writer.
‘A Book of Middle Eastern Food’ (1968)
The sense of having to please ones host or please one’s guest may seem a little old fashioned in today’s ballsy society , but i like starting off from that point of view. We are social creatures and sharing food gives us a comfortable space to share our woes, tales from the week and a chance to spend time sitting around…
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