Corn

We have been in Israel for months. We are bored, and probably a bit homesick. Not really homesick, just missing some of the things from home. Hillel and Ezriel and I, along with some Brits and a few other people are walking through Supersol, a grocery in the middle of Jerusalem.

I don’t know who the genius was who thought of it, but what if we bought corn. Corn on the cob. A whole bunch of corn on the cob and brought it back to the dorm and cooked it on a hot plate and ate corn. That would be like home, wouldn’t it? Wouldn’t it?

So we did it. We bought Corn. And we brought it to the dorm and cooked it somehow.

But I don’t know what we were thinking.