So, who won the debate? I didn’t watch it because I don’t have a tv that is ever free of mimecraft for more than thirty seconds, and more importantly, the will to care. As in, I lack the will to stay up and watch many hours of debate when I have concluded none of it matters anyway. I’m tired of getting my hopes up about politics. Or anything really. Like the Archbishop of Canterbury. Maybe he will save the communion. Color me dubious.
No, instead of troubling myself about the news yesterday, I had my first attempt at challah.
You might think I was setting about to feed an army, or all the Syrian refugees (is that a micro agresssion? Offering challah to Syrian refugees?) but really, two of the children have started to eat like real people and I am having trouble providing myself with leftovers. Two luncheons this week, and there was nothing left…nothing left….
So I stepped rather high, wide and plentiful in the matter of the bread and as I was looking for a receptacle capacious enough to hold the golden profundity of the loaf on the left, The Big One, three children came crying in horror. “What Are You Doing?!”
“I’m putting the bread away,” I said.
“You’re giving it away? Aren’t you?” And one began to weep gently. And then I did remember that one time, Only One mind you, I made gorgeous fluffy buns and gave them away as a present to a person in some kind of sorrow and affliction and the horror and loss felt by my own children, to whom I had not sufficiently relayed my intentions, was deeply felt and apparently never forgiven.
“No I’m not giving it away,” I said, “you can have it for breakfast.”
Basicslly every year I announce I’m going to make all the food in Nigella’s Feast book and every year I am derailed by reality and circumstances. This time is no exception. I discovered it was Rosh Hashanah, I spent forty minutes looking for the book, I gave up in despair, I got on the Internet and looked for the easiest thing I could find. Later, as we were clearing up, I found the book and discovered the next feast is Halloween, for which she recommends green soup. But I never can bring myself to eat anything related to Halloween, that day being Reformation Day, and, in our rotation, it being our year to eat through the Swiss Reformtation. Anyway, that’s a long time from now. I need something to celebrate the end of September. Any ideas? It probably needs to include some kind of bread.
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