Skip to main content

Finally–Food Friday again

It was so comforting to be fed by people who love us. They showed their love by cooking LOTS of food.

 

It does feel nice though to do my own cooking today. I went to Costco with my neighbor Lorraine earlier today.  My parents lived far from the closest kosher butcher. Getting meat needed forethought. I remember one Friday letting my parents know that I was going to walk the six blacks to the butcher to buy meat. It seemed unthinkable to my parents that one could buy meat so close to the time that one was going to be eating it.

 

 

I think that I have internalized the patterns of my parents’ home and usually buy meat far in advance. But today Lorraine and I went to Costco to buy the food that I would be cooking tonight. I bought two rolled roasts. I dry rubbed them with spices ( cinnamon, ginger, cloves,  corriander  and black pepper) and then cooked the meat at 350 until cooked. After the meat cooled I sliced it. I made a marinade to moisten the meat as it wars up for Shabbat ( olive oil, maple syrup and mustard).

beep

 

When my older son was little he used to call beef, “beep”. So here you see our beep, about to go into the oven for Shabbat.

 

Today is cold. I guess in January we would think of it as a warm day, but for the moment it is cold. You need warm food to put in your belly on a cold day. all summer I have been making a vaguely Chinese cabbage salad ( shredded cabbage and carrots with sesame oil and rice vinegar) that is truly addictive.

 

Today I made a cooked version of the same salad. While the meat was cooking I put olive oil in the bottom of one of my pink roasting pans. Yes, you can make it in a pan that isn’t a pink enamel wear pan from the 1940’s. I sliced an onion finely and also added a large box of white mushrooms that I had sliced. I let that all cook down for a while. Then I shredded most of a head of cabbage and some rice vinegar.  I baked the cabbage in the oven until most of the moisture in the pan cooked away. It was pretty wet for a long time.

 

The end result looks kind of ugly but it is really delicious. My daughter and I will probably add a dose of hot sesame oil to our cabbage. My husband isn’t a fan of heat in his food and will leave it out.  My youngest isn’t a fan of vegetables in his food and won’t touch it at all.

100_2099

 

I retrieved out challah from our neighbor’s freezer.  Some of the cakes that were lovingly made for us will be our dessert.  So this is our post Shiva Shabbat dinner.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Barukh Dayan HaEmet - Blessed be the True Judge

In 1986, when I first began working for my synagogue, one of the volunteers was a teeny little Austrian woman. Ida was so little and cute, you could swear you could just put her in your pocket and carry her around. Ida also babysat for a little girl  in our community. When I saw the two of them running around together and laughing as if they were both four, I knew that when I had kids, Ida would babysit for my kids. In order to be sure that Ida would take care of my oldest, I told her I was pregnant at the same time I told my mother. Soon after my oldest was born,  Ida was ready. She was silly, but she was also Austrian. She had her rules. She would care for a child only until they could walk. She felt that she was too old to chase children. She would work only twelve hours a week. The baby had to be fed, dressed and ready to go out when she showed up. Ida's rules made sense. It taught me, and my oldest, the value of having a schedule. Ida and ...

Two funerals and a birthday

 I know that it has been a while since I posted. We went to Boston last weekend to celebrate the bar mitzvah of a family friend. I may post about the weekend in a different post. Two disparate topics in one post is all I can manage today.  Yesterday was a busy day and filled with big emotions. We began the day at the funeral  of a young man who was a Hebrew School classmate of my older son's. I had such fond, fond memories of the sweet, funny, kind and exceptionally bright young man who also had terrible struggles. I kept remembering the young man both  as a delightful child full of promise and the suffering that he and his family have been through for the past many years. I sat with two women whose children attended preschool with the young man. We three held one another in our sorrow. Yesterday was also my husband's birthday. My husband is not someone who wants things.  When we were  at Bingo---the kosher version of Costco I spotted a large package of ste...

It All Feels Like Yesterday

Today, an oponion piece in the Wall Street Journal had the headline These Days, It All Feels Like Yesterday. It seemed a perfect way to sum up how we live our lives these days. I have been far more willing during this Covid time to do the sort of slow going work that I tend to avoid like the plague during normal times. I have been working away on Max's tallit. I had decided to get the lettering on the atara in a new to me way. Actually, to be completely honest, this is a method I have read about since I was a kid. You draw the design on a bit of what is called "waste fabric". Then you embroider the design and then you pull away the waste fabric thread by thread. The embroidered design remains, but all of your guidelines are gone, as if by magic. I had more or less finished embroidering the letters. (There were little bits of letters I hadn't quite finished but knew that I could add after the purple fabric was pulled away.) I began by picking out all of my red basting ...