As Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, approaches, so commences the task of cooking mass quantities of Holiday Food. And so the house is perfumed by the aromas of apricot kugel, and of fragrant beef brisket.
A Lil Pachter-style beef brisket, awaiting its blanket of sliced onions before being stuffed into the oven for its four-hour braise.
The delightful scent of mingled onion, garlic, and oregano wafts through the house, conveying visions of the feast to come tomorrow evening. In a few hours, as She Who Must Be Obeyed begins work on her legendary chicken soup, it’ll be downright difficult to think straight.
The Other Elisson will be flying down here to join us. I hope he knows what he’s gotten himself into: Two days of sitting in shul, with interludes of serious Face-Stuffing.
A sweet New Year to all. May it bring all manner of happiness and health, without limit to any good thing. Especially beef.
A Lil Pachter-style beef brisket, awaiting its blanket of sliced onions before being stuffed into the oven for its four-hour braise.
The delightful scent of mingled onion, garlic, and oregano wafts through the house, conveying visions of the feast to come tomorrow evening. In a few hours, as She Who Must Be Obeyed begins work on her legendary chicken soup, it’ll be downright difficult to think straight.
The Other Elisson will be flying down here to join us. I hope he knows what he’s gotten himself into: Two days of sitting in shul, with interludes of serious Face-Stuffing.
A sweet New Year to all. May it bring all manner of happiness and health, without limit to any good thing. Especially beef.
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