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Experience Mahane Yehuda<br />
Doing your weekly shopping at Supersol simply<br />
cannot compare to the experience you get while<br />
shopping at Machaneh Yehuda. This outdoor, Jewish<br />
market at one end of Jaffa Rd. is filled with the most<br />
interesting o f characters, and sells anything from tom atoes<br />
and natural peanut butter to socks and wonder pots! The<br />
best day to go, if you like action, is on a Friday morning.<br />
Starting at 6:00 a.m., this little corner of the city is<br />
swarming with people, frantically rushing to purchase all<br />
their last-minute items for Shabbat.<br />
Starting from Mt. Scopus, you must first wait 25<br />
minutes for the No. 23 bus, which will take you directly<br />
across from the market. Unlike the No. 9, when you<br />
board this bus, you may notice that you are practically<br />
the only one not wearing a Kaffiah! After 20 minutes of<br />
silent riding, you reach your destination. Getting off the<br />
bus and eyeing the crowds, you clutch your plastic<br />
basket, steel yourself for the worst and plunge into the<br />
fray. The first thing you notice are the colors. Fruits and<br />
vegetables of every possible hue are on display, each<br />
stand more beautiful than the next. Of course, it is hard<br />
to fully appreciate this when you are too busy dodging<br />
rotten fruit, dead chickens and speeding strollers!<br />
The usual tactic is to go through once and price the<br />
merchandise, then go back and fill up your basket with<br />
the best bargains. However, it is a proven fact that no<br />
matter how small your list is to begin with, you have, by<br />
the end o f the hour, bought 15 kilos of produce that you<br />
never intended on buying, none of which you will be able<br />
to finish before it goes bad! You see, it is almost<br />
impossible to purchase anything less than a kilo. Why the<br />
vendors refuse to sell only tw o bananas is beyond me, but<br />
I always feel the futility o f arguing with a man who is<br />
really a Jewish mother at heart. “Here, have one more,<br />
make it a kilo!” “D on’t touch!” “What’s da matta, you<br />
don’t like? So don’t buy!”<br />
As your basket nears its breaking point, so do your<br />
nerves. Top hats and side curls rush by in a blurr of black,<br />
pushing carts and strollers over anyone unlucky enough<br />
to get in their way. Colored kerchiefs examine flopping<br />
fish, and scream curses at the vendors in three different<br />
languages. Shouts o f “Shekel v’chetsy — T oot!” mingle<br />
with the smell of fish and fresh pita, and the mournful<br />
chants o f the beggars outside. When your basket is<br />
overflowing and you finally manage to escape into the<br />
welcoming sunlight once again, you inevitably find that<br />
you have just missed the No. 23 bus, and have to wait<br />
another half hour before catching the next one. In your<br />
hunger, you devour a w eek’s worth of pita that should’ve<br />
lasted you a month! After 25 minutes o f waiting and<br />
munching, you are so thirsty that you run to the nearest<br />
stand to buy something to drink, consequently nearly<br />
missing the second No. 23! Exhausted, you collapse on<br />
the bus seat and hold on to your bulging basket for dear<br />
life, as you endure the rollercoaster ride home.<br />
Arriving at the dorms, the formidable task of<br />
schlepping 15 kilos of food up inumerable flights o f stairs<br />
seems mind-boggling, but you somehow manage to do it.<br />
Reaching your door, you fumble for your key, and<br />
realize that 1) your strawberries are on the very bottom<br />
of your basket; 2) you seem to be missing your pita, and<br />
a few bananas have been lost along the way, and 3) there<br />
is no room in your refrigerator for even half of the food<br />
you bought! To this, there is only one solution: have a<br />
Shabbat dinner party! Unfortunately, after friends leave<br />
and your kitchen returns to its normal, empty state, you<br />
must once again return to the chaotic depths of that<br />
infamous market at the end o f Jaffa — Machaneh<br />
Yehuda!<br />
Witten May 6,<strong>1986</strong><br />
by Lisa Rauchwerger