Lick the Bowl

http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/all-we-can-eat This aint your Bubby's Apple Cake! I was featured in Washington Post Food Blog today for an allergy free apple cake for Rosh Hashanah. Have a wonderful New Year everyone.

It’s official; I am the poster child for Oral B hygiene.   We now have a new gadget to add to our already expanding line of oral hygiene care.   It seems both my husband and I have too much bacteria festering in our mouths, but for opposite reasons.   I am overly aggressive in my dental care, and he isn’t aggressive enough.   I told him that I could put up with many things that go along with aging, but teeth in a glass…deal breaker.   The dentist insists on a water pik twice a day, electric toothbrush, and flossing as well. This adds quite a bit of time to my already compressed morning routine. I am exhausted just thinking about it.   My husband who travels on a regular basis can’t lug all that equipment with him… but guess what? Now, for a mere $90 they make an all in one gizmo that flosses, piks and brushes in one little compact electronic wand.   Yipee! Whatever happened to the good ole days of just brushing my teeth?   When did oral car...

This past weekend, I attended my niece’s bat mitzvah.   Now, I could get maudlin and weepy, (which I’m known to do) and I could pontificate on the bittersweet subject of children growing up and time passing as the song Memories plays in my head. I could obsess over the fact that we all have a few more lines on our faces, or grays on our heads, or muse over the palpable absence of loved ones, the aunts and uncles whom we elevated to immortal status , and yet eventually succumbed to the same fate as everyone else.   I could elaborate on the fact that this momentous and special occasion fell on the same terrible weekend as 9/11 and that my heart was painfully contorted into a mangled, labyrinth of emotion.   It reminded me of the time I attended a funeral while I was six months pregnant.   As I watched the burial at the cemetery, I could simultaneously feel tiny life affirming flutter kicks deep within, reminding me of life’s cyclical and seemingly unjust balance. ...

I realize that I haven’t written much lately, and maybe that’s because I just haven’t felt passionate about much over the past few days.   Sure, school started, along with all of the crazy that accompanies those first few days, but I managed to get through it without too many tantrums (by me, that is).   Life has fallen into a new routine, which is really the old routine –the sequel.    Slowly, I have come to accept that I have crossed summer’s finish line,   and entered the Fall zone without too much kicking or screaming (again…we’re talking about me). The irony is that I had all these visions of organizing, cleaning, purging, and re-decorating various rooms and/or closets in the house over the long, lazy summer.   Yet, I found myself in the express lane doing two months of work over the last three days as I scrambled to re-invent my daughter’s bedroom from “stupid” princess motif to funky a la college dorm.   Three garbage bags later filled with ...