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Watch as I fall off the internet again.

Labmate S seems to have come to his senses, in that he is asking to send off plasmid in test tubes this Thursday. This would not have been possible had I not already done my magic, so logic-win for me. Still, MW and Panda make the point that I need assertiveness training. This proves to be a problem, since assertiveness training this term conflicts with my TAship. $$$ > training, because I need one of them to live.

In the meantime, it is no longer holiday. This is a good thing, as we'd had too many holidays. But they, and almost the entire first month of the Jewish year, is done. Now nothing until Khannukah, which is only really eve a thing because Christian advertisers wanted to show how not-anti-semitic they were. They just failed to do the research, so I don't think the message came out quite as they intended.

Tuesday was the day of flying home. First we stopped at Zieman's bakery to pick up the cake I had ordered . . . only there was no cake. Someone flubbed the order. They sold me some day-old but I was still so pissed.

Then I went to the airport, got on a plane, got to LAX, got off the plane, and called people to tell them I had arrived safely. While I was doing this, there was a call . . . to tell me my cake was ready. I chewed that moron out. Not like I won't make the attempt to buy one more such cake the next time I am in Detroit, but it is so frustrating. I told you to have it ready at 9:00 AM for a reason, and the reason was I was leaving the state.

Then I slept on the bus ride home, and did laundry, and went to sleep. That's the end of my wedding adventure.

Now I am wrestling with my prof's computer, which ought to be plug-and-play but isn't. Grr. I will get this worked out before the term is done though. I will.
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This one is mostly because I KEEP LOSING THIS RECIPE. So I am putting it online where I know I can find it whenever I need to.

No Insects Were Involved in the Making of This Cheesecake )

And it is cheesecake holiday today. Fantastic!
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Today is the forty-seventh day of the Omer, which is six weeks and five days into the Omer. And two days until Cheesecake Holiday. Also, JJ came up this weekend. Since he doesn't have an electric blender-mixer, we made some cheesecake bars for him to take back and eat on the appropriate days.

Cheesecake )
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I am Inspired. So here is how to make latkes, which are a food eaten on Khannukah. They are not particularly religious or even Jewsih - Panda has been to Germany and reports that it is a general winter-time food there. But in the same way you drink egg-nog at Christmas, Khannukah is for latkes.

Recipe Under Here )

And now you know latkes, which are like French fries in the same way a restaurant-quality mint cheesecake with vanilla snap crust and dark chocolate ganash topping is like a stale, store-bought mini-cupcake. Just so you know.

So, enjoy the seasonal fare!
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So I had a craving for pie. MW had made a pie on Friday, but although we left it half-finished that evening, it was mostly gone when we came down in the morning. The Midnight Snacker, aka JJ, had been at it again.

But we had a pie crust, and an enormous bag of frozen blueberries. This time, I took notes.

Recipe Under Here )

That was pretty much my only accomplishment yesterday. On the plus side, pie.


Mar. 29th, 2012 08:42 pm
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Today, the Panda and I went to the Beefatorium. This is a wonderful land of dead animals and dead animal parts, in any and every possible configuration. You can get packages of sweetbread there, and brain, and whole spleens. You can also get osso bucco, entire geese, lamb in most varieties, turkeys and any part thereof . . . Every time we go, they have added a meat to their repetoire; this time, it was goat. We decided to try it in the future, but not for the first time on Passover. The list of what we did buy is as follows:

Osso bucco - 4
Lamb shanks - 4
Lamb chops - 4
Brisketzilla - 1, cut in half so that it can be physically put in the oven
Petit steak - 1, we had one in the freezer that must be eaten before the holiday, but just one is not a meal for us; it will be dinner tomorrow
Frier chickens - 4, quartered
Pullet (soup) chickens - 4, with the breasts put in a separate package than the rest of the bird
Turkey necks - 2, one for soup and one for stuffing
Cold cuts - 1.5 lbs, which were duly consumed as dinner tonight
Giant salami - 1
Chopped liver - 1 small container, bought because liver is my iron pill

. . . I should mention that the Kosher butcher is an hour away, and so we only get out there once every few months. When the family was planning to move out here, and they were debating moving the extra freezer, I said in to uncertain terms that we will need the ability to freeze and store half a cow at once. I was so very, very right.

However, the brisketzilla, one lamb shank, two of the pullets, the turkey necks, and an already-owned whole frozen turkeybird, is going to be meat for the two Passover Seders (say-der). Actually we do not eat the lamb shank, which I know is a wicked waste of food, but it is our stand-in for the pascal lamb, which we do not eat due to the utter lack of Temple in Jerusalem. So then we will only have a soup tureen, pounds of meat, and a whole brined turkeybird.

Have I mentioned our complete and utter mocking of vegetarianism lately? :D
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This is how I cook.

So, we are in the run-up to Passover. There are lots and lots of prohibitions involved in doing a Passover, but practically it means that right about Purim, we stop buying food. Everything from then on is just eating up what is already in the house, or going, "Why do we have this fuzzy green thing in the fridge, and when did it get there?" and then tossing it.

We had, in the freezer, two pie shells and massive bag of frozen blueberries. Also we had bits of leftover brown sugar and some flour. Clearly, this meant pie.

So I made the filling. First I dumped blueberries into a pan, and added sugar until is was just sweet enough to taste. Then I cooked it down until I could not press a spoon down and get only liquid, and added sugar until it was actually sweet. Then I added potato starch, which caused it to gel right up. The whole goopy mess went into the pie shell, and the oven at 350F. It stayed in the oven until bubbly, and then I put crumble top on.

(A thing about adding starch, which I think should be in the section of the cookery book titled "basics," along with how to bloom yeast* and why you need to let the meat rest. To add starch, take an equal amount of starch and a liquid, and mix them in a small cup or bowl. The liquid is orange or grape juice for a sweet thing, tomato juice for a savory thing, and water if you don't have anything else to hand. If you have a recipe, use that amount. Otherwise, three tablespoons of starch and another three of liquid generally works. The starch will immediately form a moisture-proof barrier, which is why this mixing is best done with a knife. After stabbing if for maybe thirty seconds, it will do some non-Newtonian magic and suddenly become almost milklike in consistency. This slurry is what you add to your gravy, or pie filling, or whatever else you are thickening; but whatever you do, do not just dump the starch straight in. And now you know.)

(Crumble top is made thusly: cut some butter/margarine with an equal amount of flour. That is, 1/2 cup butter needs 1/2 cup flour, 1 cup needs one cup, etc. You mash it together with a fork or a cutting tool, if you have one, and you get something that looks like dampish sand, stuck in clumps. Then you add brown sugar to make it sweet, and your choice of ground cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, etc. You sprinkle it on top in the last 10 minutes or so of baking. Do not do this too early, or the fat melts and the top just drips off of the pie. Boo.)

So then there was pie, made of my favorite fruit. It is the best pie I have ever made, I think. The filling was gelled enough that instead of oozing when cut into, it stayed where it is, allowing you to remove the pie slice with no mess. The crumble top was indeed crumbly, but only after being forked, so it wasn't making crumbs everywhere. The pie crust was flaky, not so much tender, but delicious all over the place. Altogether, a successful pie.

But no recipe. I don't need no stinkin' recipe.

* To bloom yeast: to take yeast from the fridge, which is both alive and dormant, and wake it up. To do it, you get warm, not hot, water, and mix in the yeast. It takes two minutes, but if you are nervous about the water temperature, it will start foaming after about ten minutes if the yeast are alive.
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My roommate, Poornima, will be doing her final thesis defense next Friday. As a celebration, we went out to eat tonight. (She will be busy moving out, etc. afterwords.)

Ethnically, Poornima is Indian, and so took us to an Indian restaurant. Obviously, you can trust the food if the people from India eat there. So she ordered for all of us, and we ate until we were totally stuffed. Lulu, who is from China and I think finds this plethora of various cultural foods a bit alarming, was quite nervous about this until she actually tried the food XD

So now we are back, and I am warm.

Friday tomorrow :D


Jan. 24th, 2012 08:22 pm
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I'm not a vegetarian. I do, however, keep Kosher. The nearest Kosher butcher, from Santa Barbara, is two hours away. For this reason, I do not often get meat while at school.

But the Hillel House had a barbecue today. There were hot dogs and Israeli salad, plus hamentaschens for dessert. I'm not sure why, it is the wrong season, but there you go. So I ate meat and hamentaschens and all is good.

How We Cook

Jan. 6th, 2012 08:46 pm
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JJ: [trying to get BBQ sauce out of the bottle] Damn non-Newtonian fluids!

Me: This egg broke on the wrong axis! [>:o]

Panda: I told the witch doctor I was in love with you.
All: Boom boom boom boom
All: [sing Witch Doctor]

Me: I was afraid I killed the yeast. [as the Blob climbs up out of the bowl]

And then somehow, this turned into food.

Yes, we are geeks.
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Two today.

Recipe the First, for Toronto Fish. When I was young, JJ was allergic to all the things. He had every nut allergy, molds and mildews, and egg whites. You know how hard it is to find food without egg whites in it? Thus, he thought in general that flavor was some kind of travesty, and would not eat anything he couldn't drown in ketchup. Up to and including Cheerios.

So, this one time, we were in Toronto, and my parents could not get any protein into him. To be fair, the available protein was cheese or fish. We went to this restaurant, where MW got the salmon and coaxed JJ to try some. Then he ate it all. Then MW got more and he ate that too. Then MW went up and got the recipe from and incredibly accommodating staff. The recipe they gave was like, "put in some of this and some of this and some of this," but it worked, and from then on we had a fish that JJ would eat. It is called Toronto Fish because that is where we got the recipe.

Toronto Fish )

Recipe the Second, for no-bake peanut butter cookies. This is written on the back on a napkin, and I want it someplace less . . . loosable. I have never made these myself, but I have eaten them and can tell you they are pretty fantastic. They do have a tendency to glue your mouth shut, though.

Peanut butter cookies )
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This is me at Dreamwidth! They make it easy to jump ship, what with the "Import" ability, which copied the past four years of LJ and made it DW-y, and also copied my flist and things. There is manual labor involved in making it so DW will put my LJ peeps into my DW flist, and so this is an open request to all of you reading this: if you have a DW, reply to this so I can add you there and remove the LJ-stink from my new digs; if you do not have a DW and do not plan to move, please go edit your style in such a way that the little orange RSS box is visible somewhere on your LJ. (This is because what DW actually does is make an RSS reader, and if I can't subscribe to your RSS I can't read your blog via DW. Which I'd like to do. Please? [makes puppy dog eyes])

Right! Things:

JJ and I made dinner on Friday! It was as follows: Challah, made by hand, by yours truly. Caesar salad, homemade, also by yours truly. Beef, done absolutely perfectly, by the JJ, except that when he was done it was not quite beef but the crazy delicious offspring of a beef and a marshmallow, known as a beefmallow. Green beans and garlic, and mished potatoes (and garlic) provided the veg. And of course, jello for dessert, because it jiggles :D

Then I proceeded to have a normal relaxing weekend.

See, I am very Jewish, and so as far as I am concerned, Christmas is a day for sleeping in. However, I am also obligated, per Tradition, to have Chinese take-out on either Christmas Eve or Christmas Day. Accordingly, the JJ and I got some pretty good local take-out. I ate too much. The worst part of the meal was that my fortune cookie failed to contain a fortune, so it was more like a not-fortune cookie. If that is the worst that happens, I can dig it.

JJ and I are both playing Skyward Sword. We have one Wii system, so this involves a battle. We kind of suck horribly at not only watching other people play (go left! left!!) but also watching other people play bits of a video game we already did (that isn't going to work! You have to smack the crystal and then shoot the one guy!) so we can't even be in the same room while one of us is playing, which because of the layout of this house means that essentially we can't even be on the same storey. I have been banished to my bedroom.

We have been watching Dr. Who! It is great fun, although very British. I am not very good at watching it, though. My engineery-brain problem solves like other people . . . do something they do a lot without thinking about it, so I keep asking questions like, "If the wooden person just spontaneously combusted, that means it is at least 451F in there. Why isn't the Doctor sweating?" I mean, okay, Time Lords don't have human physiology. But 451F? I know I am a little missing the point, but still! Writers! Quit leaving plot holes you could drive a TARDIS through!

Anyway, that is my life for the moment. It is a pretty good life. :)
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I live in a grad-student apartment complex, which in theory means that everyone understands that you don't play the loud thumpy music at two am and in practice means listening to the girl in the next room have sex. But there are perks.

One is that they will often attempt to put similar people together, although at least some of it was by luck. So I room with Liz, who drinks tea, and Lulu, who is from China and drinks tea, and now Poornima has joined us from India; she drinks tea. The first thing any one of us does when coming home at night is to fill up the kettle and put it on to heat, and then there is hot water for all.

Tonight, I was still chilled, so I put some tea on. Poornima also made some, and the Liz came out because she heard a teapot whistle. Then we had a conversation that went:

Liz: I wish there were good tea shops in Santa Barbara. Here it's either K-mart or the really snooty places.
Poornima: I know. I mean, tea bags are great but it works out to, like, $30 a pound for tea that isn't even that good.
Liz: But at least they are convenient.
Poornima: Yeah. Making real tea is such a hassle.
Me: You just need a tea ball.
Poornima: . . . a what?

Liz and I then explained what a tea ball is (a little mesh ball with a hinge and a chain, so you can make a reusable tea "bag" out of good loose-leaf tea). Then we demonstrated the size of the mesh with a strainer. Then Poornima wanted to know where she could get one. I do not know, but if I spot one at the store I shall buy it for her. They are useful devices.

Also, I discovered I lie Bengal Spice tea. Who knew?
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So, I finaly made it home for a weekend. \o/

The Panda made cholent! \o/ Cholent is a yiddish word for a very heavy stew. It is made of potatoes and beans and barley and carrots and a bunch of flanken. Flanken is bones and meat which are full of connective tissue, so no good for kinds of cooking that don't cause the connective tissue to dissolve. But for cholent it is great, because the meat ends up falling of the bones and the stew, if done properly, congeals into a stew that cements itself onto your ribs and insulates like anything. Nom nom, cholent.

Also, we watched movies on TV. It was kind of pathetic.

First we watched the end of the Grapes of Wrath, were I learned that the "Ma" character looks just like my great-grandmother Bubbe Eddie, did. But in general I was quite confused because we only saw the end so I missed a massive amount of the plot. I did see the good speech, though.

Then today we watched the Wizard of Oz, which is fun because we say the words half a second before the characters do. Panda has a sign on his bathroom door: 'Nobody gets in to see the wizard. Not nobody, not nohow.' When it was time for the Flying Monkeys, they went O-e-o, and all together we went "Coo-kies." And of course, the best line, which was, "Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain." Also, we have decided that the good witch of the North was an utter bitch. Why did you not tell me about these shoes being magic earlier?!

Anyway. There was some other humorous bit of conversation, but I forget what it was. I will edit when I remember it.
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So, tonight for dinner, we went to Tierra Sur. We were still owed a dinner for MW and Panda's silver anniversary, plus MWs birthday was Saturday, plus JJ's in on the 17th, plus I'm starting grad school, so we wanted to celebrate. When we want to celebrate in a very big way, we go there.

First, some background information:

For reasons that I have always considered entirely spurious, the crazy black-hatter Jews don't consider wine Kosher by definition, like sane people. (For those of us keeping track: it's a fruit by-product which involves no animal products at all.) The rabbis prohibit the consumption of wine which was produced as a sacrament for another religion, but at no point in history would this ever have been the majority of wine being produced. Basically, they don't want the non-Jew cooties getting on them. Therefore, the establishment of such fine Kosher wineries and Mogen David and Manischewitz, which tastes at best like alcoholic cough syrup.

And then there is the Baron de Herzog winery, which produces actual wine. It is the Kosher winery. In fact when Panda needs to say Yahrzeit (pronounced your-tzite; it's a kind of memorial prayer said on, for example, the anniversary of one's parents' deaths), he goes over there because they have enough people for a minyan (minimum of ten adult males required tosay certain prayers, such as the Yahrzeit). Which they have on the wine cellar floor, surrounded by aging wine in great barrels . . .

Anyway. The is a restaurant at the winery, and this is Tierra Sur. That website will tell you about their locally-sourced ingredients, and their fantastic chefs, and their award-winning food. It will not, however, tell you the thing that makes this restaurant the So-Cal destination for visiting Jews: everything at the restaurant is Kosher.

I ate my first venison there, and do you know how hard it is to get Kosher venison? I've also had duck there, and steak, and lamb. It's never less than awe-inspiring, and that's not even starting on the desserts. Considering that the next closest place to get Kosher food is two towns over and the next place to get decent Kosher food is and hour and a half away in Los Angeles, having our very own Kosher gourmet here is amazing.

If you're ever in the area, and have a huge chunk of money to drop on a meal (I said it was good, not it was cheap), call me. We can do lunch.

Not a Cold

Aug. 15th, 2011 11:12 am
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So I have this scratchiness in the back of my throat. It's been hanging around for a week now, not getting worse but not getting any better either. Honestly, at this point I'd almost be fine with getting completely sick, if only so I can stop going to work all sniffly and oozy. But the absolute worst bit is that I feel like my immune system just needs a tiiiiiny bit more oomph for me to beat this, and I am taking an immunosuppressant! So I plan to take yesterday's dose tomorrow. We'll see how this works.

Yesterday, MW and Panda went into LA to get a new car. By new, of course, I mean good-condition used car. This is to replace the Escort. The Escort was not broken; we bought it new in '97 and have owned it since then. But it was new in '97, so MW finally decided that it is time to replace it. Now we have a fairly nice Monte Carlo, which I have named Edmond through the thought process: Monte Carlo -> Monte Cristo -> Count of Monte Cristo -> Edmond. I admit the names I choose for our cars (currently the Bluesmobile, Jean-Luc, Knossos, and Edmond) require cultural understanding and very strange thinking.

Testing at work continues to slow but steady, and I am getting results. Or at least, I am getting results when the pump isn't broken, which it seems to do on a whim. Trufax: we started with two broken pumps and ended with one working one, but they were only broken because someone *coughDr.Davecough* left them sitting for two years with gasoline in them. Isn't it kind of common sense to store them empty? Today, it was broken for . . . no reason either of us could tell. We opened it up, scratched our heads, put it back together, and then it worked. Of course, the results I am getting are not the results Dr. Dave wants, but that happens in the real world. He will have to deal with it.

And tonight for dinner, which I am still cooking even though I might make everyone sick, we will have a not-spicy tomato based curry. It is an interesting dish because the protein comes from hard-boiled eggs, which are arranged on the red background to look like an odd flower. The curry itself is like a flavor bomb in your mouth. The recipe, however, is in a cookbook, so I cannot share. This is a close approximation.

And that's me right now. Annoyed with this not-a-cold X( and wishing it would go away, but otherwise fine. So, yey that I suppose.


Aug. 9th, 2011 06:37 am
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Yesterday, I was going to go the Ventura fair, but JJ instead wanted to go to drum circle. In all fairness, he's been trying to go to a drum circle for months, so he had the better claim. We went and drummed for ~90 mins. It left me with a definite need for drum, so . . .

I've been listening to Pata-pata-pata-pon! Didi didi didi dididi! Fayaya fiya fiyaya fayaya fiya fiyaya! FEVAAAAAH! That's a game I would totally play if it were not exclusively on the PSP.

Tonight for dinner I made fish tacos. Only I didn't make the slaw, I just chopped up some onion and lettuce and tomato and olives for people to add to their tacos as they wish. And I made "shack sauce," which is really just two spoonfuls of mayo and enough lemon juice to make is zingy and creamy and some cilantro and some chili powder for heat and paprika for color. It was good, all the people ate it and went nommy. Although in the future I'll cook it in the oven, the grill was a pain for not much extra benefit. It was pretty easy, though. So I have learned a new recipe. Maybe soon I will have enough experience to level up XD
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This is for that person who wanted the recipe for the semi-homemade curry. As an aside, I'd like a decloak so's I can get to know you. Although of course you do not have to.

Curry! )
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Bad, bad tan! Dropping off the face of the earth yet again.

So I will start with the awesome that, to my jaded mind, work surprisingly turns out to be. I say surprising because, of course. work at Gigantic Car Company often ignored the fact that as a chemist, something kind of, y'know, chemistry related would be nice. Whereas at Tiny Cute Company, they have me doing chemistry stuff all the time. Mostly by playing with supercritical fluids. For some reason, they are orange O.o

Also, MW has successfully achieved gainful employment \o/ She was starting to get mopey and depressed, but I had faith. Now we are presented with a new problem, which is to say that no one has an appreciable "after work" to cook in. Does anyone have any quick, delicious recipes? We needs 'em.

But I did not reappear from the aether to explain about the jobs, no I did not. I came instead to talk about the wedding of Meir (about halfway between may-ear and mayor) Graff to his now-wife, Itta (eat-ta). Itta is so thin I'd worry about anorexia, except that she'll have babies soon.

Now, as we all know, the wedding is supposed to be funded by the bride's family. Meir, however, is the only son of Jacob Graff, and he certainly wasn't going to let the wedding of his son his son his only son be anything less than a a Graff Affair. It did not disappoint.

The pre-wedding "snack" included, in addition to a full-size sushi bar and a Mongolian barbecue (with beef!) to entire dead animals to a tandoori oven.

During what I will for the sake of humor call snack time, we had the bedecking. This is a quaint Jewish tradition that has his origins in that biblical fiasco when Jacob agreed to work seven years and then marry Rachel, and his father-in-law Lot decided to substitute Leah instead, thus forcing him to work another seven years. Therefore, a short while before the wedding, the groom and his entourage dance on over to the bride and her entourage, so that the groom can check that this is, is fact, the woman he agreed to marry. (She was).

So everyone marched to the place where the khuppa (no equivalent English sounds) was set up. A khuppa is a canopy, like a tent with four poles but no walls, under which Jewish couples marry. This one was decorated with white roses, and was very pretty. I am given to understand that, usually, the groom's family sits on one side of the aisle, and the bride's on the other. At an Orthodox Jewish wedding, it is boys and girls instead. Seats were found, music played, the groom waited for his bride.

And waited, because the (very extended) Graff family had to walk up the aisle first: Meir with his parents, Jacob and Pnina (you do say the p); all of Meir's married sisters, and their kids; all of the bride's married siblings, and their kids; and finally, the bride with her parents.

Then a quite famous and honored rabbi read the ketubah (keh-tuba). A kehtuba is a written wedding contract, in the legal sense of what the husband paid for the wife and what they owe to each other. (That is, above and beyond the fact that the husband owes the wife home, food, clothing, and conjugal rights. Yes, Jewish women can divorce their husbands for not getting enough. It is in the Torah.) Signing it in the presence of two reliable witnesses constitutes a marriage. Just as a point, the ketubah was signed beforehand. This was just a rabbi reading the thing at the ceremony.

Next came the seven blessings. These are . . . well, blessings. The first one is the blessing over the wine. Because at a Jewish event, there is always wine.

The rest of the blessings are things like "may the couple experience all joy together" and "may they make tons and tons of Jewish babies together." Okay, I made that last one up, but the gist is there.

Finally, they broke their cup. This is a Tradition: you break a glass cup. Their love is to fade when the glass is repaired. I've never personally seen the difficulty - it's glass, just melt it and make a new one if you really want to - but there it is.

So, okay, the wedding was over. To celebrate, there was dancing, including the always-terrifying chair dance. This is when the bride and groom each sit on a chair, which a group of friendly schoolmates of the groom lift into the air and dance around with. Yes, while there are people sitting on it. Like I said, terrifying.

And what can I say of the food?

First we got guys running around handing out bread to everyone who wanted. I wanted tea, and I got my own (cute!) little teapot, a box full of the good kind of tea bag, with actual leaves inside, and a tiny little jar of honey. Every time they brought me more tea, I got another honey jar. Although it is sad that my Crohn's precludes imbibing alcohol, and so I could not take advantage of an open bar stocked with every alcohol ever, this very nearly made up for it.

Next there were the straw onion things in the salad, which have now replaced bead sprouts on every recipe ever because they crunch but taste like mushroom as opposed to bitter. There was this tiny little shot glass thing, but it contained gespatcho. There was a miniature quiche, topped with cherry tomatoes tossed in balsamic vinaigrette. That was the "soup and salad" portion of the meal.

To describe the main portion of the meal, I must ask that you imagine a marshmallow. Now imagine a beef. Now imagine that the beef and the marshmallow had a beefmallow baby together. I ate the beefmallow baby, along with carrots and green beans and pan-fried potatoes. Nom nom.

More dancing! I went and talked to various relatives that I hadn't seen in forever, including one I had not seen since Cool Cousin Tamar's wedding. Cool Cousing Tamar's daughter is now preparing for her Bat Mitzvah. It was great good fun.

Then dessert: Mini pies! Mocha mix not-ice-cream! Moussettes (shot glasses full of mousse)! Mini flans topped with gold foil! Mini cheesecakes! Sheets of brittle so thick there were hammers with which to break it! Tiramisu! Pudding! Every kind of fruit! And more!

Every Kind of Fruit )

Then, stuffed, we went out. On the table that, on the way in, had held our seat assignments, there were now stacks of Khumashim (khoo-mah-sheem), which are books containing the Pentatuach, Haftorah, and other annual readings. As it's a nice book, with the English translation on the page opposite the Hebrew, and complete with commentaries, Panda took one.

Morning today came much too early, but it was all right. We'd been to a Graff Affair, and those are Always Worth It.
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Today is the twenty-second day of the Omer, which is three weeks and one day into the Omer.

I was asked about a Kosher thing, and this is a post I have thought of doing for a while. Ergo, you gets an explanation of the dietary rules of Kashrut*.

This is Long, so I'm Sticking It Under a Cut )

And thus the complex rules of Kosher are made simple. [snerks] Yeah, right. Simple.

*Kosher literally means "something that has been done properly" and there are ton of commandments about what things are and are not Kosher. You hear about the dietary rules more because, really, when does the fact that having mold on the walls of your house isn't Kosher come up in everyday conversation?