Auckland is
multicultural. They have McDonalds, Burger King no Wendy's. But an alternative
around the corner is Subway and KFC. Then there are coffee shops on every
corner and three in the middle of the block. I thought this was a tea country
but no, coffee seems to be the number one choice. Dave's Coffee, Mr Coffee Guy
and Starbucks but that is not the
favorite of Kiwis. Fancy coffees are a big thing. Decorated tops for cappuccino
with or without chocolate sprinkles. Yum!
Chinese restaurants here
are a long way from 2 from column A and 3 from column B.(for those who are 60
years old and remember those Chinese restaurants) Everything is very authentic
and presented in an artful manor. The very pleasant waitress always coming back
to make sure the food is to our liking. How nice! Remember there is no tipping.
Just out of the goodness of their hearts. How refreshing!
I had to go to McDonalds
to check it out. No happy meals and a bargain meal was a drink, fries, hamburger
only $19.00. Not sure they are using the new oil but with so much salt who
would know. But it is served with a
smile. Many good choices at the food court-- pita sandwiches, sushi, Italian
and ice cream. But I had to have a taste of home. Crazy. I never eat it at
home.
Skirts are very short
with black tights or leggings. With all the hills the women don't have pretty
legs. However, they must be strong. I wish they would smile more.
Auckland is very spread
out. In the central city many highrises. In the suburbs everyone wants a
house. Not much land around them but very interesting architecture. Wherever
you are there is water. Inlets and boats everywhere. Very pretty. Housing is
very expensive 1 and 2 million is not out of the question. Apartments are also
very high as well. Like in any large city of the world.
These people are so
polite. I took a cab back to the synagogue for Yizkor on Yom Kippur. I had a
canvas bag with me. When we got to the synagogue he asked me if I wanted him to
take the bag up to the front door. It was light so I said I could handle it.
Very nice. Only in NZ. Can you imagine any cabbie in Chicago or NYC doing that?
I would never see my bag again.
We went to a student
production of a play one of the congregants wrote. She is a well-known
playwright. She is from Santa Barbara, Ca. Her grandfather was a very famous
movie director. He directed Casablanca. She
only discovered that she was Jewish very late in life. She is desperate to reclaim
her Judaism. She writes historical plays. She likes to write about gory topics.
The one we saw was about 2 school girls who were gay and wanted to be together
so they killed one of the mothers in a park. It is based on a real incident that
happened many years ago in Christchurch. .The play was very interesting. Glad are we went. Before the show we had to stay in
an anteroom. Very few chairs. One young man asked Peter if he would like his
chair to sit. Wow. Now that was nice. Peter wasn't even pregnant. In some
countries on a bus they get up if you are pregnant or old. I guess he thought
Peter was old.
Getting back to food. Peter likes weird gamey food. On the menu was Kangaroo. Yes he ordered it. After the plate was empty I told him he has to stay in his seat and not jump around. He was good. After my taste I felt my stomach jump a few times. I did taste it and can say I will not eat it again.
So I have to eat my
words. Yes I had to buy a chicken to make chicken soup. Everyone around me is
sick and coughing in the stores and synagogue. It was a matter of time that I
would get sick. Now was the trip to the Countdown (Supermarket) to get the
chicken. Peter went for the vegetables and I went for the chicken. I said to
myself I will pay whatever because I need to get better and chicken soup is
what I need. The chicken choices were size 12,14,16. Quite frankly they all looked
the same, scrawny no meat on the bone chickens. No giblets and no schmaltz.
Where did they go? Remember I only have one soup pot I took from the synagogue.
Not very big. The chicken went in then and turned on the stove to boil, skimmed
the water and put in the veg. Now the bullions cubes I brought from Chicago.
Thank goodness the last minute I said I should take some with me. They made the
soup much better. Poor chicken only skin and bones no meat. Not even one cup of
meat for chicken salad. However I did have to make 5 pots of soup because this
cold is not going away. I have so many cooked veggies. I decided to make chicken
pot pie. Some fresh veggies and bits of chicken added to make it taste good.
The
supermarket is normally opened 24 hrs but on this morning it was closed. They
were reorganizing the store. He had to go back again for cough drops and
chicken and veggies. The cough drops cause diarrhea. Did you ever hear of such
a thing. I want the old fashion Smith Brothers cough drops or Vicks. Pharmacy
opens now at 9 AM so he will have to go back. They know him by now. Poor guy
and great husband.
Rosh Hashanah was
interesting. I walked into the sanctuary and a Chinese gentleman welcomed me
with “Israel is the best country.” Someone asked his name. He yelled out “Jerusalem’.
Not sure what that was about. By the way he did not come back for Yom Kippur. I
guess he had enough and got mixed up with the Hebrew. Peter was great. Music
was heartfelt. They have no cantor and they worked hard and that counts a lot. Out of necessity this is a real do it yourself place .
For Yom Kippur They had the cello
player from the NZ orchestra play Kol Nidre. Now that was very moving and
great. I missed Beth Emet. Maybe next year.
Let's talk about
toilets. You may have seen the new trend of toilets in the States. Instead of a
handle to push down there are two buttons on top of the tank. One for a big
flush and a smaller one for a small flush. It is to save on water. Not a bad
idea. However when the buttons are the same size which one is for big and which
one for little? One time I just pressed both and held my breath for it not to
overflow. No problem. All went down fine.
Did I tell you about the
frozen peas I bought for the pot pie? Well, I was about to pour them into the
pot when I smelled mint. Where did the mint come from? Yes I bought minted
peas. Did you ever? Not in my pie. So we had no peas only corn and cooked veggies
from the many pots of soup I made. I did put in some fresh veggies. It was delicious.
What a new world. We were
about to sit down to watch Bears game on Monday night football. It was preempted
by soccer. Seth had just Skyped us to see the kids and said he could put the
screen so we could watch the game. We decided just monitor the game on the
computer. Bears won! Now can we take credit for that? Maybe. Because we were
interested and hoping for a win.
Another pot of soup and
another stop at the supermarket. Peter is off again with list in hand. Soon
more soup and veggies and chicken. We are overflowing with cooked veg. We have
nothing to put the soup or veg in. Soon it will be in our shoes. We put the
veg. in two plastic bags. That was a mistake. Who knew they send rejects to NZ.
So the seams opened and the residual soup ran all over the refrigerator. We
were not happy campers.
The weather is supposed
to be spring. Rain almost every day. Slightly warm on day cold the next. No
wonder everyone is sick! When you check the weather online it refers to one two
or three layer day. Sometime they say one layer rain one layer gale force wind. Everyone carries
an umbrella. You never know. The only good thing is many days there are
wonderful vivid rainbows. Just a little touch that God is still with us.