Food Friday and a basket full of other stuff

Often when I cook chicken I will assemble an array of spices to rub over the chicken and by the time dinner comes around or by the time I sit down to write a blog post I have entirely forgotten exactly what got put into the chicken.

This week I took a photo of what went into the chicken so I could give allof yo.u an honest reporting of what went into it.

It's ground dried lime, black pepper, coriander, cayenne pepper and a bit of mild Jamaican curry which is high in turmeric. I am not exactly sure what I was going for but I suspect that it will taste good.

The chicken was cooked a few hours ago, I cut it up and I will add either cider vinegar or lemon juice to the pan when I warm the chicken for dinner.

We are also eating

roasted potatoes and mushrooms which are not yet fully cooked and asparagus which still has to be blanched.

I just finished embroidering the letters for Nini's atara. Clearly there is lots of thread picking and clean up that still needs to take place. Perhpas magical elves will go to work while I sleep tonight. One never knows.

Our family went to see Book of Morman last night as a delayed Father's Day celebration. It was a fun evning. There is a great deal of cleverness in that show.

If any of you lived in our neighborhood in the 1980s you for sure remember the young men walking around holding giant boom boxes on their shoulders or with the case of an extra large boom box, dragging it behind them in a shopping cart or a child's wagon. Usually, the music that was booming out of those boom boxes was rap.

I have seen the gentleman below a few times. He rides slowly up Broadway with speakers attached to his bike behind the seat.

The music coming out of his speakers is Edith Piaf. He transforms the street around him into something wonderful.

And to lead you into Shabbat, this lovely song hoping for peace

and a lovely rendition from the liturgy.

Shabbat Shalom!!

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