Daily Archives: April 2, 2009

WWYD?

 

nailsI decided to treat myself to a manicure. I needed the boost. Generally I frequent the same place, but because I am now vehicularly challenged (read here why) I went to the nail salon in the closest mall. Not the best decision I made today. I got a French manicure and it sucks. They look ok on the picture. But look closely at the thumb – it just doesn’t look right. My first grader could have done the white strip more evenly. I am just very disappointed to the point I think I will remove the polish and just reapply something else myself.

 

Would you go back to the salon to complain? Or would you just not go there anymore? Its 15 bucks down the drain and that bites. I wanted a boost, but it has just been a downer. So, what would you do?

Chicken in White Wine – for seder meal

You are going to need a large pot for this, or  you can pile the chicken pieces on top of each other.

 

Ingredients

 

One onion sliced

8 pieces of chicken

Big pinch of salt

¼ tsp garlic powder

¼ tsp pepper

4 tbs margarine

4 tbs oil (olive oil is the best)

½  cup  dry white wine

 

Preparation

 

Sprinkle chicken with salt, garlic powder, and pepper.

Melt margarine with oil in your pot over medium heat.

Throw in the onions, cook until translucent.

Add chicken, and cook, skin side down, for 5 minutes

Reduce heat to medium-low. Pour  ½ cup water and the wine over the chicken. Pour a glass for yourself – you deserve it!

Cover and cook for 1 hour.

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I’m already Pesach Pooped!!

 

So here’s the Pesach dealio. It costs an arm and a leg, and a couple of extra limbs besides. Financially we are all feeling the pinch, throw Pesach into the mix and we are strangling. But we always manage it because there is no choice.

 

Preparing for Pesach takes a physical toll too– although how much depends on how machmir you allow yourself to be. If you insist on taking down the 300 piece chandelier and wiping clean each surface, then yes, you will be knackered by seder night. But even if you don’t go crazy on the cleaning, the simple preparation of the house for the holiday is very taxing.

 

Getting that kitchen completely chometz free – scrubbing refrigerator and oven, stove tops and counters – it’s tough stuff. Grocery shopping for the holiday – bags and bags and pesachbags to be shlepped to the car (I borrowed a car, there was no way to do the pesach shop without one), shlepped from the car  (our apartment is on the 9th floor….), unpacked….Put in the right place…no no not there, that place is chometzdik still…..Running around – getting the matzah that your are makpid on (I couldn’t really care less, but there are those in the family whose opinion totally counts – and apparently there are differences between all the hand shmurah matzahs, and they cost a bloody fortune!!) ..where was I? oh yes. Getting the little things like dish sponges, and plastic tablecloths, to running to the wine merchant to pretend you are knowledgeable about the differences in wines, when really you want to say “I don’t care, so long as it is sweet and cheap!!”, if you use paper and plastic dishes and “silverware” (we call it cutlery where I come from) you would be crazy to buy it at the grocery, so you have to shlepp to the wholesale place. There are a gajillion other things and errands to be done before pesach, and we still have to feed the kids, bathe them, send them to school with a packed lunch (how hard is that the week before pesach when there is no food in the house that they will eat?) and kiss all their booboos, while in our heads our lists are multiplying at an alarming rate. I am ready for a vacation already.

 

Don’t get me wrong – I cannot wait to sit at the seder with 5 of the most important males in my life (and yes, my brothers, I love you too!!) – and once the kitchen is changed over and I am cooking, I will be more relaxed, because that will have meant the majority of the work is over. Cooking for my men is a pleasure. Sure, there will be last minute bits and bobs that we have forgotten – but I am sure I will have a couple of willing volunteers to run to the store for me.

 

I did my first Pesach shop this morning. We went early. Like 815 am early. So that I wouldn’t have to arm myself with shin pads and elbow pads and a goalie mask – it gets really crazy at times doing Pesach shopping. Some of those shoppers have real attitude. One year I felt lucky at leaving the store only slightly bruised. (my wallet had taken a tremendous beating as it does every year – do they gouge on purpose??)

 

This year I am extremely lucky. My eldest Prince, Lenny, ended school yesterday. He is a big kid, almost 14, and eager to help. So he came with me and helped me. We both pushed shopping carts, I put all the heavy stuff in his – hey, mother’s prerogative. We ran around the store checking stuff off our list, but the most important ingredient was nowhere to be found. They were out of KETCHUP!! How can you have matzah brei with no ketchup???? At least they had mayonnaise – can’t have matzah without mayonnaise.

 

He was awesome, he helped put stuff on the conveyor belt thingie for the cashier to ring up, he helped shlepped the bags upstairs and unpacked them. Rode on his bike to the other store to find ketchup. Success! Now he is pooped. I am allowing him to rest while I write this up, then its back out for paper and plastic goods. My back is already screaming – I can give in to it later.

 

I guess my message is this – remember, this holiday is about freedom, and how we are supposed to remember slavery and be thrilled that we live free now. Don’t enslave yourselves to the point that you lose the ta’am, the taste, for this wonderful holiday. I keep looking ahead to seeing those four gorgeous sons of mine sitting around the seder table with my new gorgeous husband – and it energizes me. It thrills me. It empowers me.

 

But I think I am writing my own personalized version of the four sons – I don’t like the ones in the Haggadah, the labels don’t fit. Watch this space.

 

Ok, deep breath, back to the Pesach Perambulations……