Dear Mom,

The blintzes were delicious. I’m trying to avoid such carb-y foods these days, but I couldn’t resist. Thanks for the Shavuot treat.

It was good to be home, but it sure was hot outside. The weather made for good training ground for another summer in Israel. I’m not enjoying the constant sweatiness of life by the Mediterranean, but I am loving all of the fresh summer juices sold on the streets around Tel Aviv. And the opportunity to make my own adventure once again.

Home is like a cheese blintz. Comforting, familiar, delicious, pretty…it’s easy to go overboard and end up feeling a little nauseous. Not that home makes me nauseous, but well…you know. I love the comforts of home, but too much of it just doesn’t sit right with me.

When I was home, Dad and I went on an outing to the farm. We picked over ten pounds of tender baby kale. The sautés, salads and smoothies were a nice balance to the cookies, cakes and quiches you stuffed me with. The smoothie I made for you and Dad was one of the best I’ve made in a long time—a much-needed refreshment!

It was hard to leave home, but I’m excited for another summer of exploration. I got to soak up all the comforts I could before going to the airport. Now I’m in hot, sunny Israel, eating lots of vegetables and salads. And, of course, I left lots of space in my luggage to schlep plenty of tahini back to the States (I go through those containers like water).