No smell, no taste, but at least a reminder.


Almost every Friday, at his preschool, Nadav prepares a "khalah" - actually, a small cake. Hila loves to eat it, and usually the first thing she does on Friday afternoon upon seeing him on her way home is let us know that she wants a bite. Nadav doesn't eat much of the khalah by himself, and often, if we don't get around to finishing it when it's fresh, we forget about it, and it ends up being thrown out, even though we all love eating it. When Hila was away nobody ate the khalah, so I scanned it and sent the picture.


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