Saturday, September 18, 2010

Fast and Feast

As I’m sure many of you know, today is Yom Kippur and Rosh Hashana was a little over a week ago.  The Jewish high holy days came quite early this year, but I think that the Jewish celebration of the New Year was actually at the perfect time.  As school  has started and the weather has begun to change, I have been thinking not only about new beginnings, but also reflecting on the beginning of my last year at home.  This time of year is filled with tradition, especially with my family, and as we all wish for a sweet new year, I have come to truly appreciate the joy that comes at this time from years past. 

One tradition that I look back on fondly is apple picking.  I have a friend whose family just went to pick apples at an orchard that only grows honeycrisps (jealous!), and I thought about when my family used to go.  When I brought it up with my mom, though, she reminded me that apple picking is an activity that is always better in theory than in practice.  One conjures up images of frolicking through rows upon rows of plump, crisp apples, stopping to snack on a juicy delight every few hours, and happily tossing the red and green gems into a quaint wicker basket.  What we often block out in our memories, though, is the two-hour drive, the millions of bees that you have to dodge, the heavy bushels that nobody wants to carry, and the hundreds of others who had the exact same idea that you did.  Moreover, you pick more apples in five minutes than you could ever consume in one season, and so the majority end up rotting in the basement. However, the absence of apple picking in my life does not mean a shortage of apples.  I don’t know about you, but I eagerly await the two to three month window when honeycrisp apples are available, and as soon as I heard rumors that they had arrived at Whole Foods, I hopped in the beast and took a special trip to get the first pickings.  Let me tell you, they are SO worth the wait.  I think about them all day, and I am back to eating three plus apples a day. 

Speaking of food, my mom and I are currently setting up for break-fast.  On Yom Kippur, Jews all over the world begrudgingly starve themselves for twenty-four hours for the holiday, avoiding the kitchen in an effort not to tempt themselves.  The ideal game plan is to go to bed early, wake up late, go to services, come home, sit on the couch, sleep some more, and then force yourself to sit still until break fast rolls around.  My mom and I, however, are not so lucky.  You see, we host break-fast at our house, which means that we come home from services and get to prepare food all day.  The smells, the delicious-looking treats, everything you don’t want to smell and touch and look at when you cannot eat it.  It’s sort of like being forced to sit in a fur coat next to a swimming pool in the middle of July.  I think I just heard my stomach grumble. 

Which brings me to my next tradition: the overabundance of food.  My family loves to eat, but my mom has usually buys enough food to feed a small country rather than a medium-sized family.  Everyone eats their fill, and somehow we are left eating bagels, smoked salmon, quiche, and fruit salad for two weeks afterwards, as well as forcing our friends to take some of the food to their own homes.  My friends never mind when I try to force good Jewish comfort food at them, and it’s something that I’ve become quite used to.  But the best part of the break-fast dinner is the battle of the kugels.   If you have never eaten kugel, I genuinely feel bad for you.  It is the most heavenly food I have ever tasted; I’m starting to get excited just thinking about it.  Kugel is a noodle dish that has egg, cinnamon, and tender love and care saturating each and every bite.  My grandmother and my great aunt both make killer kugels, and they bring them to break fast.  It becomes a silent battle as we all periodically walk through the kitchen to see which dish is emptier, and who will win the battle that year.  Each family tends to stick with their own competitor, so in the end it tends to be a tie.  But who knows? Maybe there will be an upset this year. 

If you are looking to treat yourself as a beginning of the New Year present, or to show someone else that you care, buy a tote bag!  They are perfect for apple picking and smuggling leftovers home from a dinner party that has way too much food.  So on that note, I wish you all a happy new year filled with love, happiness, and kugel.  


-Emma

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Hunks and Tarts



You have heard plenty about my family.  I have gone into great detail about the ins and outs of our daily lives, jokes, habits, and all of the weird parts of our personalities.  But I realized that I have yet to talk about my friends.  Now, my friends and I have our own set of strange habits and common interests, but I think that we first bonded over sushi.  I have never met any people who are more willing to go out of their way to find good sushi than my friends.  We often go to Sushi House twice in one weekend, and it seriously would not surprise me if the waiters there recognized us.  We should win some sort of award for best customers.  Except I think that they secretly hate us because we always ask for separate checks, and there are always complications when that happens. 

The next thing that we all love is The Lord of the Rings.  I know, many of you are judging me from your computer, but when it comes to epic trilogies, The Lord of the Rings  cannot be beaten.  It has it all: quaint villages, wizards, made-up languages, good-looking elves, gigantic elephants, and a rockin’ good soundtrack.  We all love and frequently quote the movies, although I admit I have not read the books.  But recently, when we were watching The Lord of the Rings The Fellowship of the Ring, the movie sparked a new conversation: Hunks and Tarts. 

This is a conversation that we have been having for weeks now, and it began when we were studying the food that the hobbits eat.  They have the most delicious looking tarts! So we were all saying that tarts are the best foods, when one of my friends pointed out that tarts come second only to hunks.  No, I am not talking about attractive muscular men.  I am talking about large, rustic-looking pieces of food on a giant wood table.  A good hunk of homemade bread, or a nice hunk of meat sitting next to a plate of fresh fruit, most enjoyed when the person eating is surrounded by or wearing furs.  I know this sounds weird, and I do not support wearing animal furs, but picture a feast in a pirate movie.  Take Pirates of the Caribbean, for example.  They sit down to a table covered in hunks of good, hearty-looking food.  And I don’t even like meat!




Hunks and Tarts also reminds me of our latest project: the Supper Club.  Two of my friends planned a back-to-school dinner party, and they cooked us a delicious Italian meal.  So we thought, why not do this every month?  We decided to pair up and each group would make a themed meal for everyone at the end of the month.  We are doing Indian food, breakfast, and, of course, hunks and tarts. 

What would I be without my friends?  They are the best, and they are always here for me.  So when I want to get them a great gift for their birthdays or the holidays, I know what all of them will love: a tote bag!  When you want to treat your friends and show them that you care about them, you know what you can do for them.  Give them the gift that they can carry and that they will love, a great bag with plenty of room for hunks and tarts. 

-Emma