Making Hamantaschen (traditional Jewish cookies, made of flaky dough filled and closed to the shape of a triangle and eaten around Purim) for a parcel I’m working on, as a part of a big “Secret Santa” we play around the country and abroad, among complete strangers.
It’s Purim soon, and the tradition is to give packages of goods to friends and family, so this game has a nice twist on this holiday tradition, giving something to someone you don’t know.
These Hamantaschen are vegan of course, and filled with dark chocolate and chestnuts. Yay!
Wine.* Strawberries. Rony. That’s all I need.
*Columbia Crest Two Vines Riesling 2012. It was pretty nice!
Finishing a swing party with a kilo of ice cream. As the song says: I like pie, I like cake, I like any ice cream you make. Oh, it doesn’t? Oh well.
Watching Buffy, eating chips. I love the ChipSir and finally I could make it to a weekly Buffy screening!
I heard a faint old age true love / but I had other ways to help myself, /
Like calling I could open up my heart and fall / and I blame it all on dust,/
the art of almost.
And the lazy weekend continued with vegan pancakes and strawberry sauce for a very long breakfast with dafidaf and ayeletme. Yay laziness.
(To our defence, the conversation around the table revolved around social behaviour and how cancer works. So, hmm, yeah. That was supposed to prove a point, but now I’m not so sure what it was.)
It has arrived!!!
Let the weekend begin.
Sometimes life call you on the phone and change your route completely, and your day starts in one city and ends in another, with different friends around you, different feelings, emotions hit you in the face.
On my way to the desert, on a very sad occasion, for a very dear friend.
[I’m an indisguisable shade of twilight / any second now I’m gonna turn myself on / In the blue display of the cool cathode ray / I dream a highway back to you.
I dream a highway back to you, love / a winding ribbon with a band of gold / a slver vision come and rest my soul / I dream a highway back to you.]