sarah in nyc

 It's another challah baking week. I got this dough going interspersed with having my morning coffee and eating breakfast. Here are the challot a few hours later just before I covered them with tea towels and put them in the dining room to rise. I started my chicken cooking adventure thinking that I would make what I think of as red chicken, that is chicken rubbed with smoked paprika, sweet paprika, sumac and a bit of cayenne. It reminds my husband of the chicken his mother used to buy at the Queens store called Mauzone. The word means food in Hebrew, and the taste of my approximation of their rotisserie chicken always makes my husband feel loved.  I ended up taking something of a left turn  and added a bit of turmeric, some Sri Lankan curry and some Bell's Seasoning to the mix. Sometimes my spice mixtures for chicken remind me of the story of how the lyrics for this song were composed. Apparently someone bet the Poet Natan Alterman that he couldn't write a poem where no ...

 There are some blogs devoted to what the blog owner is wearing that day. If you have spent any time here on this blog you will know that this is something that I rarely do. However... There has been a meme going around the internet which is basically "Tell me that you are from____ without saying that you are from _____". So, this leads me to the following. It has gotten nippy out. I put on a wool knee length pencil skirt that I had made a few years ago because I had fallen deeply in love with the fabric. I had to go out so I put on my warmest sweater which is a Dale of Norway. So now, this is the answer to, "Tell me you are from New England without telling me that you are  from New England." The great thing about the Dale of Norway sweater is because of the floats of yard  on the underside of the knit you are essentially wearing two sweaters, I was fortunate to find the sweater in my local thrift. A sewing friend once described my style of dressing myself as Anthro...

  Long before I began sewing, one of the great joys of my life has been going to craft shows. Actually, let me make that more specific I adore going to good, carefully juried craft shows where the goods sit on that border between craft and art. Going to a "craft show" where the good exhibited are unoriginal, made from a commercially available pattern or are simply slightly embellished commercially made goods is just depressing This weekend was the Crafts at the Cathedral show. The Cathedral being St. John the Divine, a glorious building built as if it were being constructed in the late Middle Ages but construction began sometime in the 19th century and continues even today. So the building itself is a great setting for the work exhibited. below are some details of the doorway going into the church. The Crafts at the Cathedral show is one of those wonderful juried shows. I bought myself a weekend pass and went to the show yesterday after Shabbat morning services. It felt luxur...