My value, in Camels

I am worth 500 camels, no, really, it’s true. My pale skin and cooking skills make me a hot commodity among the camel-trading set. That’s what the Facebook quiz told me, and I believe it. It confirms what I already learned years ago in the Toronto airport when this Middle Eastern man asked my husband if he could buy me. True story.

I am also unwelcome in Russia, which does not bother me in the least. Russia booted my great grandparents out over 100 years ago for having the gall to be Jewish, so really, Russia? I’m not going to lose any sleep over you. Long winters, far too many potatoes, and borscht. Enough said. Good literature, though. I will give you that.