In the Yemenite Quarter of Tel Aviv, where I live, work, and cook in the shadow of the city’s storied Carmel Market, mornings are usually a cacophony of noise. By 6 a.m., trash compactors are making landfill of the previous day’s detritus at the same time that a fleet of vehicles is distributing produce, meat, fish, cheese, and other provisions around the market, a century-old outdoor food bazaar that sits steps from my house in a historic Israeli neighborhood.

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