"How did you come out with the idea for this cocktail?"
How do you explain these things? How did someone figure out that honey and hot sauce work so well together? How do feet seem to move on the dance floor out of their own free will, dragging, pushing, coming together to create fluid movements? There's a feel for it, a touch. Somehow you know when things work together.
"Could you explain to us what's in it?"
When you're living as a bachelor in Israel, tehina is the new ramen. It's cheap, it's healthy, it can be spiced in different ways depending on your mood. You want me to bring you in something to make a cocktail with? I'm gonna open up my pantry and see what we have. Tehina, it's what's for dinner. And lunch. And breakfast. Why wouldn't I drink it as well?
"Just tehina?"
Tehina, water, silan (date honey), milk. I was going for halva, and it's not too hard to do. Especially when you have roommates who have been showing you for three months the best way to prepare the pasty goo.
"Oh, yeah, how's it going with your roommates? Isn't it hard to live like that?"
Rooming is a relationship in every way, and you have to have chemistry. Even after the chemistry, you have to keep working at it.
"Ok.... so back to the cocktail. What's it called?"
"Agrippas 115." New digs open new doors. Roommates who cook, roommates who clean, roommates who you feel you can talk with, everything changes. Old ideas turn new, and there's a constant input from free flowing good vibes, and plain old advice and brainstorming. Raw tehina is no longer just a gunk. It's dressing, dip, candy, and cocktail. Potential in the rough.
What's the point of this jumble of words spewed out at 2 am? This Thanksgiving I'm sending out thanks for my family and friends, as usual, but the big one goes out to the roomies who make this apartment feel like a home. Last night's victory comes, unknowingly, from months of teamwork. Thank you brothers!
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