Nothing says shabbat shalom like an extra large challah that’s sure to have leftovers.

I’ve been getting really into having shabbat dinners, and my friends are digging it. Remember how I talked about Sandra and the landscaper guy she visited? Well, he came with her to shabbat dinner on friday. It was super special. I somehow tricked this very good looking person into thinking I’m a catch, and so they came to the dinner too. I really am a catch though, at least for half a month (more on that after).

Well, I make a turkey chili as the entree. It was loved all around. I did up all the little sides, to: chredded sheddar (get it), chopped up peppers, chopped up onion, cilantro, and even crispy tortilla strips. I baked broccoli in the oven (if you’ve never done this, you have to. That slightly charred floret is a completely different delicious animal than the old steamed cousin.

The main even wasn’t the chili- it was the singing.

Last week, I tracked down the cantor who sang at my temple when I was growing up. Some of those old time songs were floating back to me. Even now, I feel as if I can smell the pews and the classrooms in the building. It felt so huge at the time. So many different rooms, different floors, different vibes depending on if it was Sunday school, a friday night service, a bar mitzvah, or your parents taking you along when they have to have “an important, private chat” with the white haired rabbi.

I learned the songs and I played them on the guitar for my guest. They were moved, and, believe it or not, they were moved to hug me, not to grab my voice box out with bare hands and feed it to squirrels.

The landscaping guy, Trent, hit it off with Dylan, my date. It was fun to watch. The whole thing felt good, and right. the lawn guy got a little tipsy and then went out and pruned the tree in my front yard. Weird, but definitely well-meaning. I’m happy for the tree.

Dylan stayed over. I made us bullzeyes this morning. For those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about, you are in for a great treat akin to rebirth:

  • cut a thick slice of challah
  • rip out a little bit in the middle so that there is a hole
  • brush either side of the bread with butter or olive oil
  • let the break brown
  • turn it over. after a couple of minutes, crack egg into the whole!
  • Let it cook just a bit, so its still runny.
  • Season to taste; serve with fresh fruit and perhaps a touch of ketchup (homemake is best: tomato paste, paprika, a bit of cayenne, and a few drops of apple cider vinegar with some honey or maple syrup to taste- yum)

Ta da! So he’s definitely in love with me.

Life is good.

Oh, and back to the thing I brought up earlier: I’m researching what med I can take for my period cramps, because I’ve decided not to put myself through that pain again, if I can help it. Its just makes me a a bad partner.

Drrty Rice

"i am not a vision board"

“i am not a vision board”

My neighbor Sandra with hook ups for beauty, food, and stellar lawn care came by over the holidays with a huge  pyrex full of the most delicious rice. It was so simple, but I had to restrain myself from immediately replacing my second helping with a heaping third. Like, physically. I made the crew of my ship tie me to the mast so I wouldn’t hear the siren song of “arroz con pollo” singing sweetly and saltily in my ear while I tried to work on my 2016 vision board (see above).

Well, I asked her for the recipe, but it probably sounded more like “fsdhfdskjaglhalskgd” because my mouth was full.

Here it is:


Chicken legs (skin on, bone in)


White Rice


Salt and Pepper

Peas and Carrots

Stock (chicken or vegetable)

Boil the chicken in beer and stock. Add the rice, the peas, the carrots and the cilantro. Let cook.

Add salt and pepper to taste.

Garnish with fresh cilantro.

Ta da!

Simple, Yummy goodness.

She said she just got back from visiting family in Texas where she made TEN TIMES the amount for her family. They just moved into a big new house there, and its GORGEOUS. I saw pictures. An old-fashioned mansion, but lots of unique details. Nooks and crannies. I’m invited to visit. They even have one of those “former gardens” you hear about in old english literature. Bushes shaped like animals and shit. I totally hit her up for the landscaper digits. Might as well see if they have peeps in my neck of the woods, because I could get dow with an uber impressive entry way. Might keep out creepy guys, because they know better than to mess with a princess with unicorn shaped foliage. We’ll see.