My mom and I have one of those relationships where we talk a lot. When work or travel get in the way and we don’t talk for 2 or 3 days, my mom usually answers my call with something like “it’s my long lost daughter!” It’s not like it really has been that long, but that’s how it feels when you are used to a more regular cadence. Brice has asked before what our conversations can possibly be about, talking that frequently. We chat about anything – traffic, her dogs, new recipes, work, politics (though that one usually ends up in a fight…). It doesn’t seem to matter the topic.
How much are you totally digging this beautiful spring/summer time weather?! Oh man, it’s a nice change up. I spent a portion of the weekend on the deck soaking up the sunshine. It was glorious. What about you?
I am now on a cracker-making kick, ever since trying this Spicy Cocoa Nib recipe by Theo Chocolate. So when I was thinking about what to make for a Passover post, homemade matzo now sounded like an achievable endeavor!
Now, I admit, I’m not much of a Jew. Ok, I mean I was raised Jewish and by the wacky birth rule, since my mom is, I technically am too. But without getting all philosophical on you on a blog post, I do not really practice. I do however love the culture aspect of being Jewish – the welcoming community, the focus of food for nearly any holiday or event, and the resulting overeating. Nearly all of my good friends from college are Jewish, us having met at the Jewish student center on campus having bonded over that aspect of community. We even went to a party freshman year with a box of matzo. Yes, booze and matzo. The making of the best parties.
Do you have any Valentine’s Day rituals or traditions? Remember the days of yonder in elementary school, getting those cheesy cards delivered in class? Or gifting out those chalky Sweethearts candies with little notes on them? (Did anyone ever actually like the taste of those candies?!) At home, my mom would give my brother and me a little present every year for Valentine’s Day. Once, it was a cute stuffed animal gorilla holding a sign that said “I love you.” It is one of those gestures that is so small yet clearly had a profound appreciation for holding in my memory for so many years.