This year I guess I’m not celebrating Passover. Just sort of worked out that way. On Monday when I could have been having a first night sedar, I had a few friends over for a glass of wine and crackers & cheese (yes, they could have been matzoh crackers but they weren’t), and then we went to hear Billy Collins. Last night, Mark and Ethan were just back from their college visiting trip, and we had the ice-rain-sleet-thunder storm at evening rush. Tonight I had had a long and dreadful meeting-filled day at work, and we ate pizza bagels and carrot sticks & wheat thins with ranch dip, along with strawberries and grapes, and the last few of the limoncello macaroons that I had made for Monday. They actually are loosely kosher for Passover – no flour, but powdered sugar, that has cornstarch that some oberservant Jews do not eat on Passover.
So I’m feeling tired and out of sorts and craving pretty food and pretty pictures of food, Passover-related or no. I trawled around a bit in my files and on the web, and hit the jackpot at Smitten Kitchen – chocolate flourless cake roll – cool! I want to try that. I have a lemon Passover spongecake roll, that I swear I photographed at some point, but I’m not finding it.
And, oh, yea, the bread – so last week was national library week, and the library school library always has a silent auction. I put in an offer of loaf-of-bread-a-week for 6 weeks, and tomorrow’s going to be the first delivery. Or pick up actually – the person who was the highest bidder is coming to get her bread. I walked through the library at one point and one of the student staff was on the phone saying, “Hello, you’ve won the something or other in the auction”, which I thought was an odd way to put it – you don’t really win an auction, do you? You bid the most, and end up purchasing the item. Anyways, when the bread person got in touch to collect, she said she’d “won” the bread – so I guess it’s going around. Maybe the bread will be pretty enough to photograph. It’s multigrain, with King Arthur Flour Pompanoosuc Porridge in it. One loaf for me and one for her.