I’m not an impulsive person. At ALL. But a few months ago, I stumbled upon an Instagram post from the wonderful Molly Yeh (of my name is yeh) saying that there were only a few days left to sign up for a culinary birthright trip she would be leading to Israel. First of all, WHO HERE KNEW THAT CULINARY BIRTHRIGHTS WERE A THING, AND WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?! A free trip to Israel to eat everything in sight sounded REALLY good on that too-cold-to-be-March-day. At that very moment it became opposite day, and I spent the next 48 hours scrambling to produce a ridiculous number of forms and applications. Within a few weeks, I had me some plane tickets and a formal invitation to eat alllll the hummus.
And so, for 10 days this month, that’s exactly what I did. Here are some anecdotes from the first half of the trip:
PART I: Northern Israel, Haifa, Akko, Tzfat
As you might have guessed from my lack of posting since MAY (yikes – sorry!), this summer has been craaaaaaazy. In the best sort of way of course, but I am almost sure that I have NEVER been kept this busy! I started out the summer in Houston, where I spent my second year at the Texas Music Festival as an orchestra fellow. Now I’m in Duxbury, Massachusetts studying/performing at the Duxbury Music Festival. Once I leave here, it’s travel for the rest of the summer. That will include a trip that I am SUPER SUPER SUPER excited about – I will be taking a culinary birthright trip, which basically means I get to go to Israel, learn all about local foods and recipes, cook, eat, meet other people who love those things as much as I do… And do all of it for free. It’s a pretty sweet deal.
There are very few breakfast foods I love more in this world than the blueberry muffin.
Whether it’s fresh out of the oven or one of those generic ones you get in plastic wrap at the corner store, there’s just something about a blueberry muffin that is so satisfying. Not a chocolate muffin, not a poppyseed muffin, and definitely not a CORN muffin (Pointless. WHY? Just eat some cornbread). I don’t know if it’s the buttery flavor, the sweet blueberries, or the temporary carb-induced euphoria, but whatever it is, I loooove it.
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I have to confess that there’s something I’ve been hiding from you all. Well, not exactly “hiding,” per say – my friends know about it. But people can be judgy, so I’m kiiiinda going out on a limb here by telling you this. And if you didn’t think I was a mega nerd already, this will probably seal the deal for you. OK, ready? Hold on. DEEP BREATHS EVERYONE.
For someone who HATES germs and carries two hand sanitizers around at all times, my home cleaning habits are not quite as predictable.
I don’t make my bed every day. In fact, I make it almost never. I clean my room whenever it suddenly hurts my soul to walk inside of it, which could be at any moment, and at any degree of messiness. Last week, I managed to wait a few days until about 33% of my floor was visible to cave. But today, I walked in at 9:30 PM super exhausted and almost lost it, even though my room wasn’t really that bad… There was a tiny stack of clean laundry that needed to be put away, a few shirts lying around that were rejects from this morning, an opened package from Amazon on my bed, and an empty coffee cup/bag of trail mix next to my stand from when I tried to stay awake while practicing at 4 PM. I would call this a pretty standard Sarah mess. But it all just REALLY NEEDED to go, and it needed to go RIGHT AWAY.