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I found a chunk of cow at the Butcherie labeled "Moc (sic) Tenderloin." Anyone know (a) what this might actually be, and/or (b) how to cook it? I don't have a lot of experience cooking red meat... right now I'm assuming that putting it in a covered casserole with some root veggies and roasted tomatoes might yield something good, but perhaps that's not the right approach?
Thanks tobitty and bubblebabble, I now have actual Bendick's Bittermints! They are fabulous, the Platonic ideal of a York Peppermint Patty (think more intense mint, less sweet, and way dark chocolate). Not only were they wonderful in bringing me these, they let me try a Gingermint as well, which was rather like chocolate-dipped ginger, but with a different texture inside. Lovely.
I happened to eat Too Much Pasta Thursday, then a pre-fast meal that was protein, fat, and non-starchy vegetables (skin-on chicken thighs baked with onion, garlic, and collards, plus topped with already-slow-roasted tomatoes). It was the easiest Yom Kippur* fast I've had in a long time, though with a touch of headache once or twice. Overall, the hungries passed quickly, not getting too intense until about half an hour before the fast ended, by which time it was clearly not going to be a problem. And that was despite my stupid habit of standing for repetition and Torah reading, which ended up being 6–7 hours or so.
* Liturgically, this year I ended up leaving Tehillah YK night because it was not what I wanted (I do not want every single phrase that can be sung to a tune, however happy, to be sung, nor do I want what felt like more ecstatic forms of music either. (This on top of a space that was ill-lit, ill-ventilated, acoustically challenging, and faced west.) It was apparent that a lot of other people like this, though; I was obviously in the minority. So in the morning I went to Harvard, and was much happier with the style of davening, even though the shatz for musaf didn't do the counting part of repetition out loud, and the shatz for mincha was speedier than heck, leaving us another half hour break after mincha in addition to the two hour break before. The shatz for neilah, though not of the best voice, is someone who knows how to lead, and it was excellent, everyone coming together, finally saying Avinu Malkenu after not the rest of the day due to Shabbat, and the end repeated phrases ringing out in unison. It was wonderful.
I'm headed out to the farm to do some picking. I'll report back what I get tonight.
I found a chunk of cow at the Butcherie labeled "Moc (sic) Tenderloin." Anyone know (a) what this might actually be, and/or (b) how to cook it? I don't have a lot of experience cooking red meat... right now I'm assuming that putting it in a covered casserole with some root veggies and roasted tomatoes might yield something good, but perhaps that's not the right approach?
Thanks to
bitty and bubblebabble, I now have actual Bendick's Bittermints! They are fabulous, the Platonic ideal of a York Peppermint Patty (think more intense mint, less sweet, and way dark chocolate). Not only were they wonderful in bringing me these, they let me try a Gingermint as well, which was rather like chocolate-dipped ginger, but with a different texture inside. Lovely.I happened to eat Too Much Pasta Thursday, then a pre-fast meal that was protein, fat, and non-starchy vegetables (skin-on chicken thighs baked with onion, garlic, and collards, plus topped with already-slow-roasted tomatoes). It was the easiest Yom Kippur* fast I've had in a long time, though with a touch of headache once or twice. Overall, the hungries passed quickly, not getting too intense until about half an hour before the fast ended, by which time it was clearly not going to be a problem. And that was despite my stupid habit of standing for repetition and Torah reading, which ended up being 6–7 hours or so.
* Liturgically, this year I ended up leaving Tehillah YK night because it was not what I wanted (I do not want every single phrase that can be sung to a tune, however happy, to be sung, nor do I want what felt like more ecstatic forms of music either. (This on top of a space that was ill-lit, ill-ventilated, acoustically challenging, and faced west.) It was apparent that a lot of other people like this, though; I was obviously in the minority. So in the morning I went to Harvard, and was much happier with the style of davening, even though the shatz for musaf didn't do the counting part of repetition out loud, and the shatz for mincha was speedier than heck, leaving us another half hour break after mincha in addition to the two hour break before. The shatz for neilah, though not of the best voice, is someone who knows how to lead, and it was excellent, everyone coming together, finally saying Avinu Malkenu after not the rest of the day due to Shabbat, and the end repeated phrases ringing out in unison. It was wonderful.
I'm headed out to the farm to do some picking. I'll report back what I get tonight.