It’s 8.30pm, and I have just returned from lunch. I was at Hannah’s
house; she is a friend and colleague, and she invited eight of us over
for lunch after work today. Gazans love their food, and so they should;
it’s a wonderfully succulent and sensual diet of vegetables, meat,
fragrant rice, salads and fruit, laced with garlic, lemon and olive
oil, and served on enormous, tempting platters. Hannah cooked enough to
feed about 30 of us.