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This has been a week of celebrating. My husband had a birthday. My wise son-in-law has named his birthday celebrations so they are now a festival. My daughter has done the same so inspired by them, we have been celebrating Pop-fest.
There was the family trek to Boro Park for lots of skewered meat. Last night we celebrated with old friends of my husband's who very nearly share birthdays with him. I baked a small heart shaped chocolate cake from the Settlement Cookbook.
I made half of the recipe and added a whole lot more flavor in terms of spices (cinnamon, allspice and black pepper) . I topped the bake cake with some Israeli instant vanilla pudding made with much less liquid than asked for on the directions and rum and orange flower water for additional flavor. I shaved chocolate over the vanilla pudding and then edged the top of the cake with a cut up Kit Kat bar. Sorry, no photos and it was as my late friend Shawna used to say, "Not,bad ". Especially since the cake came together in no time.
For my husband's actual birthday yesterday I made him a meal I knew he would love, Impossible Burgers served on homemade rye and fennel hamburger buns and an array of vegetables to top the burgers. I left over some dough to bake a loaf today.
We are leaving town in two weeks and I had only two challot in the freezer. Rather than committing to baking just before we leave I decided to cheat a bit. So, one of our loaves tonight will be an actual eggy challah, the other will be the same rye and fennel dough braided like challah.
I was planning to make my husband's favorite chicken that mimics the flavor of the take out rotisserie chicken his mother served religiously. I started out with sumac and hot paprika but then I took a left turn or two and added some Ethiopian berbere spice, some hawaij and turmeric to the bowl. It smelled good while cooking. Hopefully the spices didn't decide to have a fight.
I will let you know if they all behaved and decided to become better than the sum of their parts.
And now a small digression.
Those of you who are plugged in to the universe of kosher foods and the various stringencies that have evolved over the past few decades may be aware of the concept of Bodek---or inspected vegetables. The idea developed ( I kid you not) by the musings of a yeshiva student about the possibility of their possibly being teeny insects hiding in greens.
Well, those musings have created a mini industry. Clearly, I do not hold by those stringencies. I wash my vegetables and am particularly careful when washing vegetables that tend to have lots of dirt clinging to them...like Romaine lettuce or leeks. I don't need to pay a premium for someone else to do that.
That being said, this is what I found clinging the the last head of lettuce that I purchased.
It was dead and I didn't need a magnifying glass to find it.This is the first time that I have ever found such a beast on my Romaine lettuce. It was easy to find, and wash away.
And ...another topic.. I have been working away on Miles' tallit.
I am now working on the atara.
I did some free motion embroidery on white silk. ( I finally learned how to lower the feed dogs on this machine)--that's the turquoise loops..
I pencilled the letters onto the silk and I am couching gold cord to form the letters. I'm liking this and will post more photos soon.
I am also preparing to make the pinot--the corner pieces. I have lots of lengths of embroidered ribbon because I kept making stupid measurement errors. Some of the embroidered ribbon is left over from other projects.
I wove the ribbon on the diagonal over a piece of fusible fleece.
When I was done I ironed the ribbon to the backing.
This is more than twice as much as I need so some of it may be used in the bag.
Hopefully this Shabbat melody will give all of us a bit of comfort.
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 ...
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...
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 ...
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