More Signs of Spring, a Sunday Supper and Building a Forest

We went for a walk in Riverside Park yesterday and there were snowdrops!.

After the walk in the park I made supper.

I made a tzibbile pletzel, anm onion and poppy board with a rye and corn meal enhanced dough. I used dehydrated onions. The verdict from my bread loving husband was that it was delicious.

As we head towards passover it is time to clean out the pantry. The potato based panko was purchased for last Passover. There is now one less box cluttering up the pantry. I spiced the panko with Bell's Seasoning and baked on an oily tray. The beautiful ceramic fish dish came from our friend Yocheved.

We also had a big bowl of spinach and corn.

I finally began to tackle the pine trees for the Nova Scotia tallit.

I bought a selection of green sewing threads and I think that layering the colors is working.

There will be some additional colors added to this strip of forest.

And now, a few random topics....

This one handed grogger was included in a Purim basket sent to us...and it leads me to ask about the sound of a one handed grogger in the forest.

my sewing pals often will mention their "tuit" list that is projects that you will eventually get to it. On that list was an early 1960's boxy cashmere pullover sweater with a wide mock turtleneck that my sister's mother in law gave me to play with about twenty years ago.

I finally cut the front open and crochet around the cut front and the collar. I like the big platter collar.

And lastly, some neighborhood shadows, taken on a sunny day last week.

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Connecting with the past

A few months ago I had a craving for my father’s chicken fricassee. If my father were still alive I would have called him up and he would have talked me through the process of making it. My father is no longer alive so I turned to my cookbooks and the recipes I found for chicken fricassee were nothing at all like the stew of chicken necks, gizzards and wings in a watery sweet and sour tomato sauce that I enjoyed as a kid. I assumed that the dish was an invention of my father’s. I then attempted to replicate the dish from my memory of it and failed. A couple of weeks ago I saw an article on the internet, and I can’t remember where, that talked about Jewish fricassee and it sounded an awful lot like the dish I was hankering after. This afternoon I went to the butcher and picked up all of the chicken elements of the dish, a couple of packages each of wings, necks and gizzards. My father never cooked directly from a cook book. He used to re...

The light themed tallit has been shipped!!!

I had begun speaking to Sarah about making her a tallit in the middle of August. It took a few weeks to nail down the design. For Sarah it would have been ideal if the tallit were completed in time for her to wear it on Rosh HaShanah., the beginning of her year as senior rabbi of her congregation. For me, in an ideal world, given the realities of preparing for the High Holidays I would have finished this tallit in the weeks after Sukkot. So we compromised and I shipped off the tallit last night. I would have prefered to have more time but I got the job done in time. This tallit was made to mark Sarah's rise to the position of senior rabbi but it was also a reaction to this year of darkness. She chose a selection of verses about light to be part of her tallit. 1) אֵל נוֹרָא עֲלִילָה God of awesome deeds ( from a yom kippur Liturgical poem) 2) אוֹר חָדָשׁ עַל־צִיּוֹן תָּאִיר May You shine a new light on Zion ( from the liturgy) 3) יָאֵר יְהֹ...

A Passover loss

My parents bought this tablecloth during their 1955 visit to Israel. It is made out of linen from the first post 1948 flax harvest. The linen is heavy and almost crude. The embroidery is very fine. We used this cloth every Passover until the center wore thin. You can see the cloth on the table in the background of this photo of my parents and nephew My Aunt Sheva bought my mother a replacement cloth. The replacement cloth is made out of a cotton poly blend. The embroidery is crude and the colors not nearly as nice. The old cloth hung in our basement. We used the new cloth and remembered the much nicer original cloth. I loved that my aunt wanted to replace the cloth, I just hated the replacement because it was so much less than while evoking the beauty of the original. After my father died my mother sat me down and with great ceremony gave me all of her best tablecloths. She also gave me the worn Passover cloth and suggested that I could mend it. I did. Year after year ...

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