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37 Food



We were sitting on a soft sofa at a friend’s place, crisps on the coffee table.

It felt like the right moment for my question: “What do you believe in?”, I asked. Yuval thought for a moment, then answered in the most natural manner:


“Food. I’m a big believer! There’s always food. Family is food. Friends are food. Work is food. Relationships are food. Relaxing is food. Joy is food.”


He continued: “And, in particular, a cheese sandwich. It can be made with sourdough bread or French toast, it doesn’t matter. What matters is the texture: crispy-soft-crispy. Or sometimes, there are sandwiches that are soft-crispy-soft. It’s always the artful layering of those textures that makes something taste amazing.”


I chuckled and said his smallest truth must be a cheese sandwich he could hold in his hands. “And actually, that’s just it,” Yuval replied. “Soft, crispy, soft, crispy. There’s never just soft-soft-soft or crispy-crispy-crispy. No endless repetition, only change!”


Like life,” I said. “But I think there is soft-soft-soft or crispy-crispy-crispy. We just don’t notice it when it’s the same for a long time. We only perceive the difference—the phase change—from soft to crispy, or vice versa.” Yuval nodded.


He then added, “In Judaism, when a dear family member passes away, we observe shiva, a seven-day mourning period. During this time, food becomes central. It’s not just about eating; it’s about connection and comfort. The community brings food to the mourners’ home, and sharing meals reminds us of the cycle of life, loss, and togetherness.” We had uncovered a small piece of life’s metaphorical wisdom. Delicious.




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