I've drafted, erased, re-drafted, and re-erased words in this space a dozen times in the past three days. I've talked, to anyone who will listen, about whether it's appropriate, or in very poor taste, for me to continue this series during this time of extreme duress in the Middle East.
Writing about it feels tone-deaf.
Not writing about it allows my prior posts to stand there, with no acknowledgment of how quickly things have changed.
Can I continue to share stories of Jews and Arabs in Israel? Can I show you pictures of labne, exotic fruits, and dough baked in a hallway oven? Can I tell you more? Show you more? Can I counterbalance the horrendous images of war with images of people breaking bread?
I may wait.
For now, there's only one thing I know for sure: food can bring people together, but it can't solve the world's problems.
I wish it could.
Yours in peace and thanksgiving...
