Food Friday and blog salad

I realize that several of my posts over the past few weeks have focused on death and loss. I promise that this topic is not discussed at all in this post.

 My friend asked up to pick up her CSA farm share this week and our Shabbat dinner is heavy on goodies from the farm-share produce.

There were four beets, a small handful of string beans, and a small head of cauliflower. All of them got roasted together with lemon juice and olive oil.

Usually chicken looks better cooked than raw. That rule of life is proven wrong here.

 The beautiful bunch of flowering dill was chopped up along with onion greens. I added lots of lemon peel and lemon juice to the chicken.

I am sure that it will taste delicious despite looking less festive when cooked.

I hadn't posted about our Shabbat dinner last week. For the first time in a year and a half, we were guests for Shabbat. It felt awfully luxurious to not have to cook. It was also wonderful to spend an evening with our dear friends Alfie and Judy and their family.

We rented a car for the summer. Earlier this week we used our wheels to go antiquing. We went to the Hamburg Antique center in Hamberg, NJ. Hamberg seems to be a town killed by suburbanization. The antique store is on what had once been the main street of town but is now a little dog-leg off the highway.

There are objects I remember from my youth.

We used this teapot for Passover until it broke.

My parents had a Formica version of this table (and a set of matching nesting tables).

Our picnics were packed into a similar cooler. It weighed about a thousand pounds. It did have matching plaid coolant-filled ice packs. 

When I was little I would have seriously lusted after the Suzy Homemaker grill or the bubblehat.

I spent a great deal of my time in kindergarten playing with these wooden blocks. But my favorite was the big blocks, large lightweight hollow wooden blocks that were large enough to build a structure large enough for a kindergartener to stand up in and hide.

My older sister had Barbies and cases of this vintage.

I found the ingredients list on the imitation cinnamon to be slightly disturbing. No, I don't want ground-up pecan shells on my apple pie.

Crochet dollhouse furniture.

Who came up with this? Who made it? this furniture raises so many questions.

I tried hard to not look too closely at this doll. I don't want nightmares.

I LOVE this phone.

This box of poultry regulator that prevents chicken cholera is full. I love the graphics. i would be scared to have the contents of this box in my home.

These 1940's clip-on earrings are just a little too weird for me.

There were lots of clocks to admire.

I remember loving the yellow-dialed clock with the big numbers back in the early 1970s.

I loved this pocket-watch with the magnifying crystal for people with low vision.

We own a creamer and sugar in this pattern.  They had belonged to my husband's grandfather.

I fell in love with this child's barrel chair. it as beautifully designed.

There was also a matching table. It's perfect for a child you expect to become an architect.

I love this silver and abalone cigarette box. Not enough to buy it or enough to start smoking but it is so pretty.

There were lots of beautiful gloves for women with tiny hands.

A woman with a wonderful eye and a fair amount of skill painted this gold-rimmed Limoges plate in the late 1920s or early 1930s.

All sorts of skill had to go into the trimming on this dresser scarf. I had never seen that sort of woven crochet work.

I haven't just been looking at pretty stuff I have also been working away on the memory quilt.

Three shelves of books and toys are now complete. There is still a great deal of work left to do.

Shabbat Shalom!