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"But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night"
Khalil Gibran

It was beautiful to live"
when you lived!
The world is bluer and of the earth
at night, when I sleep
enormous, within your small hands."

Pablo Neruda
לפני 13 שנים. 28 בספטמבר 2011 בשעה 6:27


It is Rosh Hashana this evening. Year upon year, the time rolls around, and I find myself once again making the dinner for my extended family.

I don't vary from my recipes -- the way I see it, it's my house and my rules. Plus, I know that while I love and admire Avi and Elihav and Emmanuel, I am no masterchef. Therefore my creed for kitchen munificence is "stick to what you're good at".

The menu for this evening is chopped liver (made the healthy way), roast chicken in a red wine and mushroom sauce, roast potatoes (to make you weep), rice, green salad -- and buffy salad.

Why, Lilly, I hear you cry, pray tell -- what the fuck is buffy salad?

Well, since you ask so politely, I will tell you.

Quite simply, it is green bean, tomato and red peppers in a balsamic vinaigrette sauce of my own making. With a shit ton of garlic. And because garlic is a well-known repellent for vampires... yes, there it is. The happy clangy thud of the penny dropping.

Either way, the food will be good tonight. I love how it takes me all day to make a meal, and have the ambiance prepared in such a way that everything looks perfect when the guests arrive -- and 45 minutes later, the room looks as though Kubla Khan and his hordes have marched through on a quest to rape, pillage and eat.

I should add, (perhaps in order to garner sympathy, or at the very least, empathy -- who knows?) that in addition to all the cooking and preparation I have done so far this morning, I was also dismayed to discover that my spice cupboard had been infested by wee, timorous, and frankly disgusting, beasties who I then had to vanquish and which I then had to clean. Not forgetting the first batch of balsamic vinaigrette that I made which looked like it needed another good shaking, so I shook it, forgetting to hold a cautious finger on the seal-tight lid, and paying the price by redecorating my kitchen a lovely Balsamic brown.

😄

Shana tova, people.


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