Last Sunday I had a LONG 12 hour clinical coordination shift. Moving people from here to there as usual. Between the lingering jet lag from the short trip back to the US and that long day at the hospital, I was pooped by the time I got home...and hungry. I parked the car, and took the elevator up to our 4th floor apartment. I put in the key, turned the lock and opened the door. The very second that the door cracked, I caught a wiff of something unexpected. Could it be? No, that would be impossible. I could smell my mother's brisket!!! I rushed inside and found this....
I could not believe it. Lindsay had made a wonderful belated Rosh Hashanah (New Year) dinner complete with apples and honey, brisket, a bowtie kugel, and our favorite Australian wine. I was so excited. Everything looked and smelled delicious. I noticed that she had also bought a fresh challah (bread), so I naturally asked her where she picked it up. But this was no store-bought challah. In fact, considering the nearest synogogue is over 1100 kilometers away, you probably can't find challah in most of Queensland. No, this was a 100%, Lindsay-made challah and it was honestly the best I have ever had.
We had a great night and slept well with our bellies full of food.
Other notes:
1) Our tomato plant is providing us with delicious cherry tomatoes
2)Our herb garden in doing well
3)We continue to dominate in trivia...this week 2/2
4)below is the link to our whirlwind USA/wedding trip.
Lindsay rules! :)
ReplyDeleteWay to go Lindsay! Your challah is Bee-u-tiful, as are you! Love, Aunt Paula
ReplyDeleteJust saw your photos of your whirlwind wedding trip and they're great! So glad you enjoyed your day in S.F.! I didn't see the babke.....the sushi place must have had a run on them that day:-} Aunt Paula
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