Tahini Fervour

I am not Israeli—I don’t put mountains of tahini on everything I eat.  Here at Adamama, tahini is the condiment of choice for salads, soups, pasta, sandwiches, and spoons.  A large bowl of Tahini is mixed with water and spices and eaten at every opportunity.  Instead of buying normal tahini jars, of say 2 Liters, the tahini container is half a meter tall!  There is even a special tahini ladle placed beside the bulk storage to solicit removal. 

This is a Full Sized Bucket

I am truly trying to incorporate tahini into my meals like I would with salt, but I keep on forgetting.  I am sorry, but it doesn’t occur to me to eat Tahini with a spoon for breakfast. 

Of course one can tell I am not Israeli for other reasons too.  When I am talking on the phone, and am told that I should call back later to talk to the volunteer coordinator, I say “thank you” and hang up.  An Israeli wouldn’t have taken no for an answer.  My cousin told me that the first “no” does not really mean “no”.  I concluded that it means that I should ask again and again until I get what I want.  My nice, polite Canadian sensibilities aren’t so compatible with this. 

I also apologize excessively.  Oh, you’re feeling sick today—I am so sorry!  For what I am not so sure as I didn’t have anything do with your virus.  Sorry?  I didn’t quite catch what you just said.  Or “sorry!” because I once washed dishes in the wrong sink.  I also receive odd looks when I apologize for walking into people on the street.  I don’t push my way into line and I am not pushy when I am buying tickets.  I am definitely not Israeli.