I’ve just ordered kale. I’d tell you how much I ordered, but I don’t really know. Nor do I know how much 100 grams of kale is. Come to think of it…I don’t even know what kale IS.
What we are here in Neve Daniel is scholars, bankers, SEO specialists, writers, politicians, non-profit workers, speech therapists, physical therapists, accountants, social workers, and yes – even farmers.
One of my neighbors has a farm in their yard. They’ve taken a large area of land in their garden and they’ve grown an organic, completely pesticide-free farm. Each season they sell different items and they sell them throughout the area.
And this winter, it’s kale.
I was kale-offended. Now that I’d gotten wind of this activity, I wanted in. So, I put up my best kale fight and put on my favorite kale face and they agreed that they could find a bit of kale to sell me.
So tomorrow, I’m picking up my kale. I don’t know what I’ll be making with it, and I don’t even know how much we’re talking about.
What I do know, however, is that I’m damn proud of the amazing people around whom I surround myself. And I’m in awe when I think of the incredible hobbies that many of my friends have. And I feel privileged at the thought that I’ll be eating organic, pesticide-free kale grown in the heart of Eretz Yisrael by my Israeli neighbors tomorrow.
Pictures of their garden, of my kale and of my first recipe to follow soon. Assuming I figure out a first recipe! All suggestions welcome, you kale lovers out there!