“We live righteously because that’s how people should live.”
What RBG is saying is everything I most believe in about Judaism, and why I light yahrzeit candles for my parents – it’s what you do here that counts, not the promise of the afterlife. I wanted to find the outro music but all it says on the website is “UNIDENTIFIED MUSICAL ARTIST: (Singing in non-English language).”
So, rather than thinking her death is a bad start to our New Year, we should think it is a good ending for hers, as a righteous person so much needed here in the world, that she was given the full year, and passed away on Rosh Hashanah.
I think I will do the rest of the week mostly in pictures, although I have been really bad about photographing food and walks lately – maybe because it’s starting to get dark on the early side so harder to get good food shots.
I made apple-filled challah for Rosh Hashanah
We didn’t have a dinner – no briskit or chicken. I didn’t look around for recorded shofar blowing or services to listen to, but some of the kids logged into a zoom social, and I drank some red wine (a not very fancy Merlot, 14 Hands I told Mark, who doesn’t drink alcohol, that it was grocery store wine, but that’s kind of mean). We ate apples dipped in honey, and Megan in Chicago was the first to get a text that Ginsberg had died. After we logged off we had slices of leftover breakfast casserole pan-fired and on toast, and cut into the challah.
Wednesday we went for our walk in the county park, and I took this picture of a butterfly
I think I got this combo in the mail on Thursday, but maybe it was Friday – my ballot, and some Republican campaign trash. And the New Yorker’s under there, too.
On Sunday morning we went for a walk, and I liked these berries.
Then we had apple challah made into French toast, with sausages & potatoes, and extra fried apples, although they’re not shown. But wait a minute and they will be mentioned again.
I made bread for the week, this is a sourdough discard recipe where you add yeast, and it comes out fluffy and white, Mark likes it. It’s a good way to start a sourdough process. I bought some fancy whole wheat flour from this place, and I fed some of it to my starter after I took out discard for this bread, and we’ll have true sourdough by the end of the week.
Oh yea, and besides the flour, I indulged in some other online shopping, this week, an LL Bean sweatshirt, more Liberty fabric, and one of those weird combinations you can buy on Amazon, a new pumice stone for my feet and almond paste. It all should be coming next week.
I got a flu shot on Wednesday and my 2nd Covid test Friday, not because I really think I’ve been exposed but Wisconsin is spiking and I’m soooo tired. The results aren’t back yet, though.
I made the leftover fried apples, strawberry-rhubarb hand pie filling from May from the freezer, and the last of the jar of blueberry compote (bottom left) into mixed fruit crisp for our TV-watching Sunday dessert.
