My blogging mojo has bad juju ... or something like that. I'm going to blame it on the anemia, and the cure is certainly worse than the disease because taking that iron pill every day is doing not-so-wonderful things to what is left of my digestive system. Enough said about that.
My spontaneity, however, remains firmly in place. Sure, sure, the cruise is all ready and set up for December, but I did myself one better and planned a mini-vacation to Savannah in about three minutes. Seriously. Spent last weekend in one of the most beautiful cities in the United States with my best boy. The weather was beyond perfect, and then there were all these dachshunds ... I had no idea that Savannah hosted an Oktoberfest celebration every year, but I won't be forgetting it. It made an already lovely day walking along River Street even better, and I didn't think that was possible.
And then there is the food. I am beginning to think of Savannah as a mini-New Orleans, sans chicory coffee and beignets, because it is hard to get a bad meal there. Of course there was the Original Pancake House. Then we checked out 700 Drayton, which is in this really cool building on (what else?) Drayton Street. Definitely have to go back and work our way through that menu. And to end a great trip, brunch at B.Matthew's Eatery on Bay Street. Rob told me yesterday that since we ate our way through Savannah, he wanted to take off a few extra pounds so we could eat our way through the cruise in December. I love that man.
Rob and the amazing apple pancake at the Original Pancake House.
Rob and the amazing apple pancake at the Original Pancake House.
I have fallen into garter stitch knitting and I can't get up. It wasn't even a graceful segue, but instead one of those catch your foot on the curb and go sprawling into your neighbor's lawn sort of deal. There I was, knitting happily away on lace patterns, and my brain started screaming baby surprise jacket ... finished it, started another ... whipped up a garter stitch baby hat that matches the baby surprise jacket ... finished that, started a tomten jacket and a baby kimono, all in garter stitch. Ordered two books from Amazon, all about garter stitch. As the kids like to text, WTF??? I wonder if I will ever get my sock obsession back. I could use a few more pairs. Seriously.
I have discovered the wonders of iTune extend beyond downloading my favorite music. TV episodes, my friends. Whether it's the season finale of Doctor Who, which I missed because I was in Savannah, or the first Man from U.N.C.L.E., vintage 1964 black-and-white, for a small fee I can download, own, and watch each episode as the mood hits me. On my iPad, through earphones, while I knit. It doesn't get much better than that.
The Jewish holidays slipped by quietly for us. We have not attended services in some years now, but I'm okay with that. My feelings about God and Judaism are the same as always; my methods of practice have shifted and morphed over the past 50 years, and somehow I am back where I started. Which is to say I won't be joining the local Chabad in the near future. If I plan ahead, I can probably Skype next year's High Holy Day services. Yeah, I'm bad. No regrets.
This is how we break the fast ... if we had fasted ...
Today's recipe is brought to you by Traditions-R-Us ... Jewish stuffed peppers in a sweet and sour tomato sauce. I had chopped meat on the brain (and that is not a variation on Mad Cow Disease) and gave Rob the choice of stuffed peppers or Swedish meatballs. Even though there is a jar of lingonberries winking at us everytime we open the pantry door, he went with the peppers, which suited me just fine. One of my very favorite dishes of all time, and one of the first things I learned to cook.
And it is definitely a good day to stay home and cook, because the weather has been worse than awful. It feels like monsoon season in Korea. Twelve days of rain in one of the most fantastic countries on earth. It was worth it.
Nice to be back.
I have discovered the wonders of iTune extend beyond downloading my favorite music. TV episodes, my friends. Whether it's the season finale of Doctor Who, which I missed because I was in Savannah, or the first Man from U.N.C.L.E., vintage 1964 black-and-white, for a small fee I can download, own, and watch each episode as the mood hits me. On my iPad, through earphones, while I knit. It doesn't get much better than that.
The Jewish holidays slipped by quietly for us. We have not attended services in some years now, but I'm okay with that. My feelings about God and Judaism are the same as always; my methods of practice have shifted and morphed over the past 50 years, and somehow I am back where I started. Which is to say I won't be joining the local Chabad in the near future. If I plan ahead, I can probably Skype next year's High Holy Day services. Yeah, I'm bad. No regrets.
This is how we break the fast ... if we had fasted ...
Today's recipe is brought to you by Traditions-R-Us ... Jewish stuffed peppers in a sweet and sour tomato sauce. I had chopped meat on the brain (and that is not a variation on Mad Cow Disease) and gave Rob the choice of stuffed peppers or Swedish meatballs. Even though there is a jar of lingonberries winking at us everytime we open the pantry door, he went with the peppers, which suited me just fine. One of my very favorite dishes of all time, and one of the first things I learned to cook.
And it is definitely a good day to stay home and cook, because the weather has been worse than awful. It feels like monsoon season in Korea. Twelve days of rain in one of the most fantastic countries on earth. It was worth it.
Nice to be back.
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