Yesterday was the last day of Hanukkah and hopefully the last day that the scent of grease will linger in my kitchen. Yes, folks, I succumbed once again to that primitive urge to mark the holiday by cooking Jewish potato pancakes, otherwise known as latkes. But tradition is tradition, after all, and in
Labor Day weekend is upon us, and despite the fact that we were just experiencing a heat wave, come Monday, summer is unofficially at an end. In truth, summer is not really over until the calendar says it is, on or about September 21. But then, the calendar completely ignores the real indications of the
Fried White Potatoes As much as I gripe about the tedium of the holiday season, I must confess that there is one time-honored December tradition to which I happily succumb. As soon as the calendar informs me that we are about to embark on the eight days of Hanukkah, I
Labor Day weekend is upon us, and despite the fact that we were just experiencing a heat wave, come Monday, summer is unofficially at an end. In truth, summer is not really over until the calendar says it is, on or about September 21. But then, the calendar completely ignores the real indications of the
Hanukkah, the Festival of Lights, arrived at sundown on Thursday, December 10th. No complaints this year about the holiday arriving too early or late. In my humble opinion, it arrived at the best possible moment. The eight nights of candle-lighting, ending on December 18th, along with the lights of Christmas, illuminate the longest
With Thanksgiving less than two weeks away, I have been contemplating my table setting. Some of the usual adornments shall remain the same. I will order a lovely floral centerpiece. I also plan on bringing out the special china reserved for such holidays, as well as the party silverware, even though the pieces require hand
And other anthropomorphic dilemmas Anthropomorphism. Try that one next time you play “Words with Friends.” For the somewhat befuddled, that fancy five-syllable noun (which I dare you to repeat three times quickly), simply means ascribing human traits and characteristics to nonhuman things. That nonhuman entity might be a plant, an animal, or the talking box
Dear Readers: I hope you all had a lovely and relatively stress-free Thanksgiving, filled with good food and good company, and void of any political conversation. And, if you’re like me, you probably made a vow after that last piece of pie that you would never eat again. But despite my best intentions,
Labor Day weekend is upon us, and despite the fact that we were just experiencing a heat wave, come Monday, summer is unofficially at an end. In truth, summer is not really over until the calendar says it is, on or about September 21. But then, the calendar completely ignores the real indications of the
Good morning and Happy New Year! I promise not to take up too much of your time today because I know you are eager to get to your appointment at the Blowout Bar, or to refresh that mani-pedi. Or both. After all, who among us wants to greet the New Year with cowlicks and chipped
