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a good day
Feb. 28th, 2002 03:11 pmFor no particularly good reason, it's a good day. Yes, I'm too tired (enticed past my bedtime by eggcellent eggtreme egg-creativity), but that doesn't seem to matter, either.
Purim day turned out to be just as rushed as it always is, no matter how I think it won't be. I made it to the latest megillah reading at Hillel, and was pleased to hear Brian's reading, with silly voices :-). I ducked out just before the end to avoid the crush of the mad mishloach manot traders (having graduated from that state of dragging huge bags to shul myself), though there were a few who managed to catch me.
Breakfast was lovely, indulging in an improptu frittata (breakfast food for breakfast! what a novel thought.). Then to assemble my mishloach manot and walk around delivering them. It was a beautiful day for a walk (hard to believe 24 hours later it was snowing), which would have been better had I not been stupid enough to have my winter coat with me that I had to carry around (how silly, a winter coat in February). Then a dash over to Harvard to hang out with Z and hold her baby while she met with a student. Followed by a dash home before driving to the Diesel. The windows were open, and friends were sitting at the front, rather than the back... I almost missed them! Some Boggle games later, I headed out for my official Purim seudah, which included the obligatory drunk guy, a friend who I've never seen drunk before. Luckily he was easy to manage, and rather complimentary...
Yesterday was dinner with Cthulhia (ok, I'm far too proud that I managed to get a real meal on the table in about half an hour), followed by pysanky at her house. I continue to be amazed & impressed with the designs she draws. I wish my fine motor control were half so good... (and of the 2 eggs made last night, only 1 had a Jewish theme. And neither of the Sunday eggs did, either....) Yet again the difference between what I can imagine creating and what I manage to create is huge. Ah, well. Perhaps this will jumpstart me on some of the other projects I've thought about.
Tonight is potluck, and another ginger dough is already rising at home. This time, no crystallized ginger in the dough, just ginger powder & ginger tea. I'm planning to roll out the dough & put chopped up crystallized ginger and chocolate chips on it, roll up, and bake. Another experiment by the currently ginger-obssessed baker. (Only about 20 lb of flour to use before Pesach, after all... Anyone need bread? :-).
Purim day turned out to be just as rushed as it always is, no matter how I think it won't be. I made it to the latest megillah reading at Hillel, and was pleased to hear Brian's reading, with silly voices :-). I ducked out just before the end to avoid the crush of the mad mishloach manot traders (having graduated from that state of dragging huge bags to shul myself), though there were a few who managed to catch me.
Breakfast was lovely, indulging in an improptu frittata (breakfast food for breakfast! what a novel thought.). Then to assemble my mishloach manot and walk around delivering them. It was a beautiful day for a walk (hard to believe 24 hours later it was snowing), which would have been better had I not been stupid enough to have my winter coat with me that I had to carry around (how silly, a winter coat in February). Then a dash over to Harvard to hang out with Z and hold her baby while she met with a student. Followed by a dash home before driving to the Diesel. The windows were open, and friends were sitting at the front, rather than the back... I almost missed them! Some Boggle games later, I headed out for my official Purim seudah, which included the obligatory drunk guy, a friend who I've never seen drunk before. Luckily he was easy to manage, and rather complimentary...
Yesterday was dinner with Cthulhia (ok, I'm far too proud that I managed to get a real meal on the table in about half an hour), followed by pysanky at her house. I continue to be amazed & impressed with the designs she draws. I wish my fine motor control were half so good... (and of the 2 eggs made last night, only 1 had a Jewish theme. And neither of the Sunday eggs did, either....) Yet again the difference between what I can imagine creating and what I manage to create is huge. Ah, well. Perhaps this will jumpstart me on some of the other projects I've thought about.
Tonight is potluck, and another ginger dough is already rising at home. This time, no crystallized ginger in the dough, just ginger powder & ginger tea. I'm planning to roll out the dough & put chopped up crystallized ginger and chocolate chips on it, roll up, and bake. Another experiment by the currently ginger-obssessed baker. (Only about 20 lb of flour to use before Pesach, after all... Anyone need bread? :-).