Lick the Bowl

My husband decided to quit coffee! Well, that’s just CRAZY talk! As his caffeine enabler, I was mighty upset when he ditched the happy juice…and he did it on vacation! It wasn’t a purposeful act, mind you.   He just wasn’t in the mood for coffee in the a.m.   I, however, was giddy with anticipation that the resort we stayed in had a Starbucks in the lobby.   Holy coffee beans Batman, a Starbucks store right in the lobby! Well, that’s just genius and I gladly shelled out the $2.07 for a tall blonde cup o’ Joe.   We won’t talk about the fact that a tall cup of Starbucks only costs $1.87 back home, however, I more than made up for the difference with my collection of plastic spoons (the kids ate yogurt and oatmeal in the room) Splenda hoarding, and a few packets of honey.   I digress. The hubby didn’t feel like coffee, therefore, ever the martyr, I had to go it alone. Each morning I made the arduous journey from the 7 th floor in the elevator, through the freezing hotel hallway to st

Hello, my fellow Passover sufferers.   We have exactly nine more Passover meals (not including any ancillary snacks) to go.   We are in the home stretch, the happy hump of day of Passover, almost at the end, you look in your closets, and you realize, “Wow, I sure bought a lot of matzo meal!”   Sometimes, we panic purchase, thinking we are going to bake, or cook, or create something on Passover that will be revolutionary!   Perhaps we just buy too much and wind up throwing it away or saving it for next year, hoping it won’t taste any worse than when it was fresh.   Quite frankly, I still have a sealed jar of gefilte fish in a cabinet that I am embarrassed to say was purchased when Unit #2 was still in diapers (he is seven now).   Can hermetically sealed gefilte fish even last that long? Ah, the thought probing questions of life, like, if a tree falls in a forest, can anyone hear it?   Well can they? Alas, I opened my closet and realized I too had an abundance of matzo meal and cak

Hello to all of those who are celebrating the eight days of affliction…sorry, I mean Passover. As most of you know, Passover is my least favorite holiday because of all the food restrictions in our house.   There’s egg and nut allergies which we all know are the cornerstone of Passover cooking, not to mention that my daughter doesn’t eat meat.   Since we don’t eat rice, soy or beans on Passover, she is now pretty limited, which is why under strict supervision and visceral protocol, I allow eggs in the house.   We have learned to cope with it, though it feels a bit weird. I had all but given up on Passover baking.   There was a time where I would create huge platters of mouth watering goodies for seders, but, alas, I just didn’tknow how to do it without eggs, so I stuck to basic recipes like melting chocolate and mixing farfel and raisins into it and plopping them on a baking sheet to freeze.   They were tasty but hardly impressive. This year I found myself buying a cake mix or t

This is an article I wrote two years ago that was published in the Baltimore Jewish Times.  Since Passover is only two days away, I figured it was a great time to post it again. Enjoy! http://www.jewishtimes.com/index.php/jewishtimes/news/jt/national_news/in_pursuit_of_the_vegan_matzo_ball/