Sort of returning to the world

Passover ended yesterday. We put away all of the Passover pots and dishes and our kitchen looks pretty much back to normal.

When I started our first batch of  Challah I almost felt like reciting a b'racha as I added that first teaspoon of yeast. There isn't a blessing for such an occasion. But since the point of such blessings is to note a special moment, just noting that reintroduction of yeast into our lives may just be enough.

I can't really take credit for these beautiful loaves because my son did nearly all of the work.

Although Passover is over we are still in a bit of a state of food anxiety.

This is the line of people waiting to go into the market diagonally across the street from our apartment. The entry is about midway  under the canopy.

The health food store across the street also has a line to enter.

Right after the holiday ended our older son got us groceries including the collard greens you see here..

We will be eating one of the six chickens I had cooked and frozen just before Passover.

We continue with our rituals that keep us grounded, of course the Jewish calendar and all that it implies, exercising every day, and of course the 7:00 pm cheer.

Shabbat Shalom!