Challah and honey, sweet figs and apple, hopes for the new year…
Early this summer, I told myself that I would watch for the last firefly of the season.
About three weeks ago, I think I saw my last firefly, before the middle of August. But you know? I did not mark the event. At the time, I did not know it was the last one I’d look at; there certainly were others, but I didn’t see them. Since then bits of my life have intervened.
Last year, our daughter came to visit us during Rosh Hashanah. She walked in a park near the river with her Grampa and her Dad. A beautiful day, and I think the last walk with the three together.
There were other walks with J. my dad, and that ‘walking stick.’ It’s still on our front porch… But he is now a different diminished person.
These last few weeks have been the most stressful of all the weeks of this past year. So many changes. We have been looking at health money career home future …
We tried a different recipe for honey cake this year. J. followed the recipe (pretty well) and the cake was lighter than the Joan Nathan cake I’ve made for three decades, but I really like our usual honey cake recipe.
I made another favorite, sure to please anyone who likes Japanese curry; it’s mild and sweet and satisfying: Masala Chicken (Chicken in Coconut Sauce) from a community of Jews in India whose ancestors were part of the Lost Ten Tribes of Israel, shipwrecked off the coast of India in King Solomon’s time.
It’s a great dish for a party or potluck too!