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It's been a week.

 I have been in touch with friends and family in Israel.

There have been exchanges of darkly funny memes that are impossible to translate into English and I think that they have kept all of us going. There is much to be said for dark humor during dark times.


I baked this bread two days ago.


I just learned that bread looks prettier if you score the crust when you form the loaf, and not just before the bread goes into the oven. And in the spirit of honesty, here is a less pretty view of the loaf.


I  think I hadn't let rise quite long enough for the second rise. My husband isn't one to spread butter on bread .Lately he has deemed some of my loaved worthy of being embellished with a bit of butter. This loaf is one of those loaves. 



I got the upper part of Tim's atara done.



The lettering is completed. All of those letters have been couched with heavy gold cord stitched down with blue silk thread.


I also couched hand dyed silk embroidery floss to the ends of the atara.



Yes, the little threads will be removed.




The spices for today's chicken had me singing, "I have the whole world in my bowl", at the top of my lungs before I began rubbing the mixture on the two chickens.  In the bowl you see a mix of Sri Lancan, curry, Jamaican curry and Bells Seasoning.



I don't know if it will taste good but it smelled incredible as it was cooking.





During COVID, I was watching a whole lot of Israeli cooking videos. It seemed like Israeli baking was not possible without the addition of powdered vanilla pudding. Amusingly to me, the name of the product in Hebrew is  "Vanilla Pudding".  I was so amused that this morning I had three packages of Israeli vanilla pudding in my pantry. Passover is coming. I needed to get rid of them.

I used two of the packages in this pie.




There is an almond crust below and I tried to get the pudding to taste less chemically by adding fresh clementine peel and clementine juice to the pudding. Most of a container of blueberries is in there too.  Hopefully the pie won't taste like a chemical factory.


A bit of work on my corner. If I were a little kid I would have stayed here all day to watch.



Shabbat Shalom---and feeling truly hungry for a Shabbat of Shalom








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