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I am slowly moving out of the land of sick. it has been a long slog. my husband has been wandering on and out of feeling poorly . We had planned on doing a delayed chanukah celebration with our kids Saturday night but our daughter has the flu...so this may take a while.

It snowed earlier in the week.

I had to go to 125th Street THREE times this week to apply for my state non-driver's identification. I am not going to bore you with the reason that this simple task too three trips. There are some wonderful old commercial buildings along the street, including this one.

I would have taken more photos but it was just too cold to stop to take pictures. So this lovely 1898 building will have to suffice. In 1900, this Budweiser beer garden was diagonally across the street from where I live.

This is what is there today.

This was a challah baking week.

I topped the challot with poppy seeds while you weren't looking.

Tonight's chicken has been flavored with limoo, dried limes.

We will be having a mushroom bisque and a big kale salad. Our guests are bringing a rice salad.

Dessert is a cake I had made earlier in the fall, a simple apple spice cake that I am dressing up with a chestnut and chocolate pudding.

And I end this post with a sweet song about the beginning of Shabbat. I hope to be able to begin posting more regularly again

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