I come from a family of worriers. My husband comes from a family of relaxers. One time we were flying to Hawaii. Mark, as usual, fell asleep the minute he sat down. I woke him up for safety instructions. “I’ve heard them a hundred times,” […]
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My first summer out of college was a rude awakening. I grew up in the San Fernando Valley, a Los Angeles suburb once known for orange groves and wide, open fields where they used to film Westerns. Our neighborhood was full of children. As soon […]
In the midst of Passover, a week-long holiday commemorating the emancipation of the Israelites from slavery, I’m having a little fun with the idea that Passover is the Jewish Easter. Well, if you were wondering, I can tell you it’s definitely not. However, there is some crossover…
Both are at the top of the list when it comes to significant events. Both celebrate miracles. Both occur in spring. And as most holidays do, both involve food. Lots of food. Even some of the same foods, yet with subtle differences… Let’s take a look:
When you remove the shells they look and taste the same. Both result in good egg salad.
I just have to point out, the passover egg doesn’t sit out in the sun waiting to be found, so less chance of food poisoning.
I got nothin’ on this one… I’m pretty creative when it comes to matzoh, but, well, let’s move on.
All I can say about Manischewitz is don’t knock it ’til you’ve tried it. And we get to drink a LOT of it.
Seriously, have you ever been bitten by a shank bone? No. And not to be a debby-downer about Easter-bunnies, but make note, real bunnies should never be given as Easter gifts. They are a lot more work than you might think, and the initial thrill quickly wears off when you discover how much care they require. Stick to stuffed bunnies and leave the live ones to true rabbit lovers.
Don’t know about you, but I’m going with the chicken matzoh ball.
Now we’re getting somewhere. Easter ham or kosher brisket. Both are delicious, and the leftovers make great sandwiches. Which brings us back to the issue with…
Here’s a tip – freeze your leftover brisket, and next week make a sandwich on real bread.
This is just a win-win-win. Chocolate bunnies, chocolate-caramel matzoh, flourless chocolate cake, chocolate eggs. It’s CHOCOLATE for everyone.
I’ll bet you had no idea you could turn matzoh into something so delicious. Need recipe? Text me.
How many DAYS does it last?
Easter is one day (not counting Lent, another subject entirely). Passover lasts EIGHT DAYS. Why, you may ask? Because of danger, and Jews avoid danger like the plague (hahaha!).
Although the Israelites left Egypt on the first day of Passover, they were pursued until the Red Sea parted seven days later. So, it took a week until the Exodus was complete and the Israelites were safe.
Have you ever heard a Jewish mother bid goodbye to her child…
“Take your time, drive slowly, safety first, call me when you get there. And do not drive through fast moving water.” Yes, I’ve said that.
So, there you have it. Similar but different. Finally, I must point out that with eight days of celebration, the inevitable problem with Passover is the requirement that for EIGHT days we eat:
And there are side effects to eight days of matzoh…. but we don’t discuss those things. At least I don’t.
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It’s Murphy’s law of pet emergencies – if your dog or cat or bunny is going to get sick, it most likely will occur on a Sunday, because if something is going to be upsetting and inconvenient, it might as well be expensive, too…
Such was the case when Bogie, our ten-year- old boxer, got sick on New Year’s Eve day. It was a Sunday, the middle of the holiday weekend, and evidently a triple-time payday for those who work in the animal ER.
Bogie had been out of sorts for a few weeks, and we thought his arthritis was bothering him. His symptoms and behavior indicated he might have had a bad reaction to his anti-inflammatory medicine. He was wobbly and cranky and not eating.
By Sunday afternoon, my concern over Bogie’s condition increased. With our regular vet closed, I headed to the nearest pet emergency clinic, where they showed great concern, sincere compassion, and remarkable skill in the area of up-selling.
The process involved much paperwork and estimates and several “let me go back and talk to my supervisor to revise your potential expense threshold” type statements. Potential Expense Threshold, PET, how perfect is that? Listen, nobody loves her dog more than I do, but talk about sticker shock!
A few hours and several hundred dollars later, tests revealed our old boy had megaesophagus, a condition in which the esophagus stops working and can no longer push food and water into the stomach. Poor Bogie was dehydrated, hungry, and depressed. Who could blame him?
At 6pm on New Year’s Eve, I brought in Mark, my husband/money guy, and we were back at the emergency clinic negotiation table. The Senior Sales Manager, cleverly disguised as a veterinary assistant, presented our latest estimate. She opened her mouth to speak, but I stopped her.
“First things first,” I said. “Has the doctor started Bogie’s IV? He needs fluids.”
The Sales Manager shook her head. “We cannot do anything more until you approve the estimate and we run your credit card.”
Mark studied the estimate. “What’s this for? And this… and this… and this…”
“Medications,” she said. “Antibiotics, antacids, anti-nausea . . .”
“Over a thousand dollars’ worth?” Mark said, clearly incredulous.
“These are just estimates, sir. It depends on how long the dog is with us.”
“Excuse me,” I interrupted. “My dog needs fluids!”
The Sales Manager gave me a look that said something like: Hey lady, I’m waitin’ on you.
Mark drew a line, literally. He drew a line on the estimate and said. “Go this far. No more tests until we speak with our regular vet.” Mark tried to sign off on the paperwork, but the sales manager stopped him.
“Sorry,” she said, “but since you declined these services I have to print a new estimate.”
I lost my patience. “Seriously? Can’t we just scribble out this part and get started? My dog is dehydrated and miserable! He needs fluids now!”
She backed up, looking at me as if she thought I might choke her, which at that point I was ready to do just that.
“I’ll be right back,” she said. Then she scampered out to escape my menacing glare.
Bogie ended up spending 24 hours in the hospital (not a minute over — that would have started the clock on another twelve hour charge). We brought him home on New Year’s Day. He had a little more spring in his step after receiving fluids the price of Dom Perignon and medications more expensive than a pair of Jimmy Choos . . .
Some people say it’s crazy to spend that kind of money on an old dog. But it’s a tricky decision that must be made at a stressful time. You’re worried your dog might die, so you take him in. First you approve the diagnostic package, and it seems reasonable enough. But then the add-ons start. You figure you’ve already spent a chunk, what’s a few more chunks? And then a few more after that? Before you know it, you’ve cancelled your summer vacation. And that, dear friends, is Murphy’s Law of Pet Ownership.
Bogie is ten days out of the hospital, much better and happier. He’s home with his pack and back in the care of his regular doctor.
As for me, ever the optimist and clever problem-solver, I’ve invented “Bogie-balls” and “Bogie-broth” and started posting instructional videos on Facebook. My new venture isn’t profitable yet, but once those clips go viral I’ll earn back that hospital bill ten times over. I’m sure of it. Forget champagne – I’m ringing in the new year with lemonade.
Here’s my instruction video on how to make Bogie-balls. He loves them and won’t allow the pups to have any! I’m considering an audition for “Dog-food Network.” What do you think?
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It’s been a year . . . 365 days . . . a whole bunch of hours and thousands of minutes, since my mom died. In some ways, it’s gotten easier, moments in which the intensity of loss dissipates, like a drop of black ink in a bowl of water. But in other ways, it’s gotten harder. When I revisit the last few months of her life, I question the many decisions I made on her behalf, and the “what-if” scenarios play out in my mind. I don’t know why I do this, why I create such angst — why I torment myself with what might have been. (more…)