Scoop of the Day…

Please don’t let this deter you from reading on, but I (pause) am Jewish. Yes, I am a member of The Tribe. And this evening marks our New Year, 5772 to be exact. If you are not a member of The Tribe, then I regret to inform you that this is not your New Year. You have no excuse to reinvent yourself, unless you feel so inclined. You have no reason to re-promise unfulfilled resolutions, unless you feel so inclined. And you have no reason to wear sequins, drink champagne, or stand in the middle of Time Square, unless of course.. you feel so inclined. Alas, there is a light at the end of the tunnel, so do not despair… there is a good chance that you WILL be invited to go to a Jewish dinner and, unless you want to bear the wrath of Jewish Mother Guilt, you should feel so inclined.

Rosh Hashana, the New Year, is frequently refered to as the Jewish “Day of Judgement” or “Day of Remembrance.” We pass before God, and he/she/shim evaluates us based on our deeds. If you are not a Tribe Member, than I guess you are omitted from this obligation, but I am definitely feeling the pressure! I’m not entirely sure what kind of “deeds,” per se, I performed throughout the year, but, in order to make up for my lacking thereof, I decided to bake a Challah bread to sway the scale. Challah is sweet for a “sweet” New Year, Challah is the Holiest of baked goods, and Challah feeds the Jews! That has to be a Top 10 “Act of Humanity,” right? You can’t let a Jew go hungry… Neesh Keet (yiddish: Not Good).

Needless to say, my contribution as a Tribe member this year was quite noteworthy. While I am a frequent baker, these past several hours of mixing, kneading, waiting, punching, braiding, and washing had me feeling a bit like Sybil. Baking always asks that you treat your dough either roughly or gently, but, Holy Challah, this bread likes it ALL! I’m surprised no one recommended that I yell at the dough to make it rise even more!

I do have to say that, once the deed was done, I felt proud and satisfied. Proud that, although I thought I totally botched it from the Get-Go, I persisted and saw my project through. Satisfied in that I added to my list of Firsts for the year, and successfully made a beautiful and (hopefully) sweet Challah bread. If you, too, want to add this to your list of accomplishments, please feel free to check out my Recipe Book for a little guidance.

Challah Back!

Happy New Year Tribe Members and Non-Tribe Members! To another year of persistence, satisfaction, and, full bellies 🙂

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Scoop of the Day…

Remember that scene in Forrest Gump when young Forrest and Jenny were hiding from her abusive father in the corn fields? They got down on their knees and Jenny began praying, “Dear God, make me a bird so I can fly far. Far far away from here.” Well, for some reason, I immediately thought of this scene when I walked by this guy the other day:

Action Art in Madison Square Park

Maybe it was because I had just gotten off work, but I saw something in myself as I admired the huge, buoyant bouquet of balloons suspended in his hands on a single string. It was almost a metaphor for what I was feeling at the time… maybe if I just cut the string from that one heavy, monotonous thing holding me back, I would finally be able to fly free and do what I want. Crazy, I know, but there is something so desperate yet peaceful about what he was doing.

To be honest, I’m not entirely sure WHAT he was doing. As I approached him during my stroll home from work through Madison Square Park, I stopped (yes, I’m a New Yorker and yes, I actually stopped) ,and tried to put myself in his shoes. It was a little difficult doing this, as he was lying down and I was standing up a good 20 ft behind him, but I managed… And then I saw it; if I was this guy at this moment… I would probably be diverting people’s’ attention so as to diminish the boundless line at Shake Shack and make a run for it before anyone knew what hit them. They’d still be staring up at the balloons as they drifted off into the clear blue sky, and I would be greedily ordering a juicy double cheese burger with fries and an Arnold Palmer to go…Success.

Sometimes we think so much about the little nagging things, that we forget about the sweet, delicious reality we have right in front of us. What a smart guy 😉