Sometimes on the weekend, some of us go just out of Tareem to a family farm belonging to Salem, a local English teacher who gained much fluency over the language with a lot of initiative and without travelling abroad.
It’s a pleasant family outing, simply said. To illustrate, you get a picnic, a petting zoo and a pool. By that, a diesel pump that extracts warm water from a deep well into a 7 feet by 7 feet, 3 feet deep, algae laden temporary containment tank, before the overflow proceeds to irrigate the farm.
The kids love it, as do we.
The farm has the famous black seeds, onions, garlic, siwak tree, sidr, lemons, papayas and others. You’d see rabbits, chickens, camels, birds, donkeys, humans and of course goats.
Goats that just went through labour will produce a peculiar type of milk, but not for long. This milk is then heated well, before turning into Goat’s cheese. In this case, it was eaten warm straight from the pot and tasted a little like scrambled eggs.
Real food, good food. The economic GDP of Yemen might be the worst in the region. But as a friend once described, this is real wealth.