The other day while teaching English in the West Bank, Georgia was in the care of one of the staff members at the center. She is normally overfed with all kinds of junk food: chocolate, wafers, chips, sugary sweet juice, etc. I figure she won't die after a day of this. She loves it!
As I excited the class I found Georgia covered in pink juice, chocolate, and crumbs. She proudly held a small bag up to me, and through her slightly orangish, crumby face she shouted, "I have BAMBA!"

But these were no ordinary Bamba. They were TOMATO flavored Bamba! Yum-O! I asked Georgia if I could taste one and she handed it over. What a strange taste...kind of like ketchup. But it was really yummy...or at least I thought so. Georgia agreed.
I bought a bag for the trip back to Jerusalem. And I bought another bag today. Tomato Bamba. Who knew it would be so delicious in such an odd way!
And these are my deep thoughts for the day!
I found them at the back of the fridge from who knows when. They were in a Tupperware modular mate and I sat them on the counter where they stayed. I forgot about them until Georgia came running with the lid and said, "I ate the pickles!" 

















