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Back after yet another intermission for sick

This past week I have yet another bout of what my friend Marla calls "the yucks". The yucks is a snotty sinusy cold that just lays you low. I spent most of the week on the couch hacking away and watching really dopey TV. For most of the week i had the brain power of a single cell animal. Eventually I had the brain power of a fish. At this point I am happily mammalian. 

Last night was Purim and I made it to services along with my gang. Perhaps it was all of the excellent top shelf booze my friends shared with us last night, but I am much better today.

I finally got a bit of sewing done. I wasn't sure if my brain could be trusted with client work, but I did want to get my hands working again.
I made a set of napkins--with mitered corners, to replace some that had seen better days.

Purim food tends to feature foods hidden within other foods, just as Esther had to hide her identity in the palace. Typical Purim foods, aside from hamentashen include kreplach and stuffed cabbage.

Thinking along the same line I mad this bread for Purim.
Three strands, one rolled with cinnamon, cocoa and honey, the second with dried fruit and pomegrante molasses and the third with pomegranate molasses and spices, all braided together. I slit the strands before braiding.
The result looked impressive and accompanied our dinner.

I'm off to drink more tea and hopefully I will do some real sewing tomorrow.

Comments

  1. Oh that sounds yum. I was thinking of you when I saw it was Purim.
    Tell your son I love the Pac-man jacket!
    And thanks for the comment on my blog. I am just about to put up some more photos.
    Sandy

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  2. The bread was ( still is) great. My son is wearing not just a pac-man jacket but https://www.opposuits.com/suits/pac-man-suit.html a whole pac-man suit. It was his birthday gift. he is wearing it as I type this while he is busking on the subway.
    I look forward to seeing more of your work.

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