Shalom readers! Sunday begins the work week in Israel, so today is our final day of orientation before starting classes tomorrow. This morning was slightly overwhelming; we broke into groups for our Bat Yam community service initiatives. As of now, I will be working in an elementary school twice a week, teaching English. I can't wait! Afterward, we had a laffa break (laffa is now synonymous with lunch) and stopped at the Super Douche (where else?) to pick up some last minute groceries in order to cook dinner tonight. Since I decided to make chicken cacciatore for my apartment, we naturally needed some chicken breast.
To say there was a loss in communication would be an understatement. After waiting on line for what seemed like twenty minutes, it became my turn, and I asked for chicken breast. "You want WHAT?" The butcher was not amused, to say the least. He then handed me an entire chicken, bones and skin included. I shook my head, knowing that I had to get creative. In order to communicate more effectively, I pointed to the chicken, and then at my chest. The woman next to me waiting for her giblets or whatever found this hysterical. It was, I must say, a scene. "Oh! Schnitzel!" As it turns out, chicken breast, raw, fried, cacciatoried, or whatever, is called schnitzel. I walked out with my four schnitzels (schnitzelim?), boneless and skinless, and, I must say, I felt quite accomplished.
We're headed back for a final round of orientation and then it's into the kitchen for dinner preparation!
More later,
Elana xoxox
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