Monday, June 25, 2012
Has anyone seen my klaf?
So I am finding it a little hard to remember exactly why, given that I started with my idea from the get go and never deviated from its africanness, it was absolutley essential to the authentcity of the piece that I ordered a klaf.
From Israel, nontheless. A klaf being a piece of kosher parchment. And I mean animal skin partchment not paper parchment. So I paid a lot for a small (but irrelevantly religiously acceptable) piece of sheep stomach. Because it was vital.
And now I have lost it.
And I can't remember why I needed it.
What is wrong with me?!