Thursday, December 31, 2015

15 in '15

It's my annual tradition to write a list of best things that happened throughout the year. I enjoy looking back on these and reflecting upon the great memories.

1. A fun date with my husband to start off the year...seeing a concert with all nostalgic songs.

2. Seeing RENT (even though the guy who played Roger sounded awful...Maureen made up for it), Legally Blonde, and Guys and Dolls with R.L. (my husband also was there for Guys and Dolls). Excited to see In the Heights with her this spring...

3. My trip to NYC for Book Expo America.

4. Seeing "Will" twice in one summer (first time in six years)



5. Seeing Newsies with my husband. The stage musical was better than the movie.

6. Getting to see my BFF three times (twice on her turf, once on mine).

7. My husband getting a new job in August after a long six months.

8. Karaoke night!



9. Meeting one of my online reader friends in person.

10. Getting to spend time with Jen Tucker when she was in town. (And also getting to see Francine LaSala again.)

Jen, Me,  & Francine


11. Making some new friends at work (one of them likes Jane the Virgin and Mindy Project).

12. Some more awesome book acknowledgements from Whitney Dineen, Stephanie Evanovich, Liz and Lisa, and Susie Orman Schnall (and also getting to blurb her novel, The Balance Project)



13. Going with my husband to play laser tag for his birthday. Who cares if we were the oldest people there?!?

At the laser tag place

14. Spending the past six months with the Bravermans.

15. My parents visiting this past November.

There are definitely others I could have included, but then I'd be here all day (and so would you)!

May we all create happy memories to share in 2016! 

Happy New Year!



Tuesday, December 29, 2015

List-a-Mania 2015

I've decided to take inventory of some past lists I've made, and also wanted to include some new lists. I did this last year, as well. However, this year my favorite blog posts will be in a separate post.

This list was taken from a post about my [not-so] laminated top five list (this time Matt Lanter came off the list. I just haven't seen him on TV in a while.)

1. Chris Messina: Even though his character is not being so nice on The Mindy Project this season, I have a feeling he will redeem himself because they can't ruin him for me. They just CAN'T!
2. Jeremy Jordan:  He was amazing in The Last Five Years and still makes my heart skip a beat.
3. Justin Baldoni: He's still the one to watch on Jane the Virgin.
4. Michiel Huisman: He's sexy on Orphan Black, and even sexier in The Age of Adaline.
5. Jamie Cullum: I think it's his Harry Connick Jr. appeal (speaking of....I also think HCJ is sexy). He has such an amazing voice that it just sends tingles down my spine. He could seduce me just by singing!
    Luke Bryan still has an honorable mention.

    My celebrity bucket list is the same as from last year. Lin-Manuel Miranda gets moved to the top because of Hamilton though.
    Top Five Favorite Movies that I saw in 2015 (some might be from previous years). 
    This is in no particular order and I didn't see enough movies that I truly loved this year.

    1. Inside Out
    2. Cinderella
    3. The Age of Adaline
    4. The Longest Ride
    5. This is Where I Leave You

    UPDATE (12/31/15): I accidentally left off The Last Five Years. What is wrong with me?!?

    Top Ten Favorite Books I read in 2015. (Some may be from previous years.)
    I've shared my top five chick lit favorites on Chick Lit Central (as Melissa A). There are some other Chick Lit reads on this list, as I limit my other list to just five and still want to mention some others. So hard to choose, in either case!

    1. Hello? by Liza Wiemer
    2. The Ice Cream Queen of Orchard Street by Susan Jane Gilman
    3. Stir by Jessica Fechtor
    4. The Status of All Things by Liz Fenton and Lisa Steinke
    5. The Secrets of Midwives by Sally Hepworth
    6. Wishful Thinking by Kamy Wicoff
    7. Center of Gravity by Laura McNeill
    8. Sweet Forgiveness by Lori Nelson Spielman
    9. Henna House by Nomi Eve
    10. The Flood Girls by Richard Fifield

    My favorite TV shows that I saw in 2015:

    1. Orphan Black*: As I said last year, I'm OBsessed!
    2. The Mindy Project: So glad Hulu saved it from becoming extinct.
    3. Orange is the New Black*: I can't wait to see more in 2016! And Ruby Rose better be back!
    4. Modern Family: Consistently hilarious. I love it more and more every year.
    5. Jane the Virgin**: I am so glad my author friend Tracie Banister convinced me to watch it. Such a fun series. Reminds me of Ugly Betty.
    6. Younger: Such a fun series. So glad it will be back in mid-January.
    7. Parenthood: I spent the last six months of 2015 with the Bravermans and now I miss them so much!
    8. Hindsight**: Time travel + 90s pop culture = amazing show. Too bad VH1 didn't agree enough to continue it for a second season.
    9. Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt**: Such a funny show. I can't wait for season two. If you like Arrested Development, you'll enjoy this one too.
    10. Odd Mom Out: A funny new series about being a mom on the Upper East Side, but easy to relate to anyway. Jill Kargman is a great writer and comedic actress.

    *Thoughts on season three.
    **Included in this post.

    I didn't include The Big Bang Theory only because I'm so far behind on it still.

    Quite a year... Stay tuned for my "good things" list later this week!

    Thursday, December 17, 2015

    Tell us something good

    Blog Project 3.0 has been going on for about two years, even though one of the group members changed after a few months. I love blogging with this group and I hope we can continue to inspire each other.

    This week, I chose the topic: Tell Us Something Good. It can be about good things that happened in your life or good things you've heard about online, from people close to you, etc. Anything goes!

    First, read what everyone else had to share on this topic. I will be only posting links to posts on this same topic from my group. So check back if you were hoping to read their blogs and don't see a link yet.

    Darwin Shrugged
    Froggie
    Moma Rock

    This topic was inspired by a segment on The Bobby Bones Show, which plays on my local country station.

    There's also a quote from Where the Heart is, my all time favorite movie:
    "You tell them we've all got meanness in us, but we've got goodness too. And the only thing worth living for is the good. And that's why we've got to make sure we pass it on."

    I did this at Chick Lit Central this past summer, and am doing something similar today.

    Something good that happened to me recently: Two authors I love (technically three, since two write together) acknowledged me in their upcoming novels. (The joys of getting ARCs and seeing this early on.)

    From THE TOTAL PACKAGE by Stephanie Evanovich (my birthday pal)
    (If you don't personally know me, I'm private about my last name)

    Something good that happened to someone I know recently: A friend I met through the V.C. Andrews club almost 20 years ago (and have stayed in touch with all this time) recently sold her debut young adult novel to a big publishing house. It sounds really good too!



    Something good I witnessed: My younger son sharing starfruit with my daughter. It was a selfless gesture on his part, as she really wanted some and he only had a small amount.

    Something good I heard on the news: A man resuscitated a frozen kitten. It's nice to hear when someone is nice to an animal, especially after some of the stuff I've seen online about how people treat their pets.

    Something good someone did for me: Some of my friends gave me Hanukkah gifts, which I thought was really nice. They knew what I would like and put a lot of thought into the gifts. Usually the focus at Hanukkah is on my kids, so it's nice to receive gifts just for me, as well.


    I especially love the mug.

    Something good  I did for someone else: Some new job positions came up at my organization recently, so I followed up with people who had asked me about some of the past available jobs I posted. One of the people I contacted called me to say how thrilled she was that I was still thinking of her. Also, I took on a big project at the office this week to help a colleague who has been extra stressed out.

    Wednesday, December 16, 2015

    Winter Joy Retreat--Final Thoughts

    For the past two weeks, I participated in a writer's retreat from The Inky Path (hosted by Jena Schwartz and Cigdem Kobu), which I won from Nina Badzin's blog. You can find all my posts here (but this one will be included at the top). I wanted to share some of my thoughts about the experience.

    I will first admit that I have a hard time writing about food. I love food, obviously, but can't describe tastes, textures, appearances, etc. in a way to bring the food to life on the page. All I know is that I enjoy eating it. I also had trouble tying it to feelings and memories. Food has always been a constant and I usually eat the same things over and over. Having said that, some of the topics threw me off a bit. I found stuff to write about, but had to get creative and think outside the box. I chose not to look at other people's posts before writing my own (per topic), as to not affect what I was going to write about. If I'm being honest here, I'd rather access memories connected to pop culture in some way (music, movies, books, etc.). I feel like there's only so much I can say about food before it gets redundant, but I applaud Jena and Cigdem's topic ideas. Overall, I did have fun writing the posts once I got into the right frame of mind.

    My favorite posts that I wrote in this retreat were for Comfort, Generosity, Pleasure, Friendship, Adventure, and Laughter. I had the hardest time writing about Courage and Longing.

    As I read other people's posts, it made me think of how grateful I am. A lot of people tied food to hardship and trauma. I didn't have a need or reason to do so and am thankful for that. I admire the bravery people displayed by sharing their experiences though. I also felt sub-par as a writer because I lacked the ability to write about food as beautifully as they did, as well as pull up such descriptive memories. I enjoyed getting to know people from all over the place and seeing how our food experiences sometimes connected us. I definitely wasn't the only Jewish writer in the group!

    I enjoyed the opportunity to share some thoughts and memories about food on my blog, even if it wasn't the topic I would have chosen. It's diverse enough and I was able to find something to write about each day. I signed up for Inky Notes so I can get more writing prompts. Jena and Cigdem even sent me an online booklet to download for even more inspiration. Maybe you'll see some posts over here from those prompts...

    Thanks for joining me on this journey. If you missed the posts the first time around, come by anytime and read them at your own leisure.

    Tuesday, December 15, 2015

    Parenthood Season 6--SPOILERS included

    I'm just sharing my random thoughts per episode for these blog posts. Hope this will allow anyone who has already seen the series to enjoy it vicariously. I contribute my thoughts after watching each episode, so it's basically like you're watching it with me. This post took about a few weeks to write, as a result.

    For information on episodes, here's a guide.

    Spoilers ahead, but this won't make sense unless you've watched the whole season anyway.

    Thoughts on Season One
    Thoughts on Season Two
    Thoughts on Season Three
    Thoughts on Season Four
    Thoughts on Season Five

    Now on to the final season...

    Ep 1:
    I think the most shocking thing was seeing Julia with someone new in her life, even if this is some sort of office affair. I really had hopes that she and Joel would get back together. I love that he tried to kiss her toward the end of the episode.
    I'm glad Zeke was okay enough to leave the hospital and go gambling again. It was funny how everyone was yelling at him in the casino and then they all started gambling together. In any case, if you're in Vegas, why not go to the hotels on the main strip?
    I'm glad Adam convinced Max to go to the school. Kristina's reaction to seeing him there was sweet. It's amazing how much work she put into getting it going. It was sad to see Gwen's picture though.
    Amber's pregnancy is definitely an emotional anchor in the show this season. I'm guessing she plans to keep the baby. Sarah's reaction was interesting, but I'm glad Amber told her.
    I must reiterate that I don't want my daughter to become a teenager. Ruby seems like quite a piece of work. I'm glad Sandy is acting more like a human being though.

    Ep 2:
    I can't believe how stubborn Zeke is being about the surgery and that Crosby was actually going along with it. I'm glad he finally realized that he needs the surgery if he wants to meet his great-grandchild.
    I'm not surprised about Sydney being a bully. She's always been really bratty though. I know the separation is hard on everyone, but Victor seems to be handling things okay. I'm glad Julia told Joel how she was feeling about him suddenly wanting to talk.
    It was nice that Sarah tried to help Amber see the joyous side of parenting. It seems like she'll support her through this.
    Kristina's situation is pretty stressful. Why can't the kids bring their own lunches to school. This is a charter school with not a lot of funding. Adam's idea was creative though and I'm glad it helped one of the kids feel more confident. They need a dedicated teacher for culinary arts though. How is Adam going to do this and run the Luncheonette?

    Ep 3:
    I love how Zeke "outed" Amber's pregnancy to the rest of the family. At least she wasn't upset about it. I'm glad she was honest with Ryan, and not just about the baby. His reaction was sweet, but I'm glad Drew was able to convince Amber to take a step back so that Ryan can get his life together. I just hope he's really able to do it this time around.
    I would have been so mad if I caught Ruby stealing, but I'm glad Sarah didn't overreact and let Hank handle things. Sandy's reaction to having Sarah around is a bit extreme and Hank should be telling her that Sarah isn't going anywhere and that she's not just someone he sleeps with.
    The wait for the surgery was definitely nerve wracking. I can see why Camille was so stressed out.
    Crosby's motorcycle riding scene made me nervous and I'm glad the worst he did was injure his leg. So frustrating about Oliver though. He needs to get over himself and I'm glad Crosby yelled at him.
    I think the situation with Julia and Joel is even sadder now. Joel is being all cute and sweet again and now it's too late. However, I'm glad he's realizing this because Julia did try to keep their marriage in one piece and he blew it all apart. It's not fair to her that he's suddenly "Mr. Nice Guy" again. The new guy she's seeing is cute, but he's not Joel, so something just seems off about that.

    Ep 4 and 5:
    I love that Max is taking interest in a girl. It was so cute how he asked her what her interest level was. I can understand Kristina's trepidation about this, but I'm glad Max has her and Adam to show him the way and that they're supportive of him. I was appalled at the books he checked out of the library though. Dylan (the girl) is cute too. He has good taste.
    I feel bad for Amber that telling the guy she likes that she's pregnant made him lose interest. He was really cute and I was starting to like them together. Even so, Drew's advice made sense and it wasn't worth it for Amber to get more into the relationship if he'd get scared off later on anyway. I hope she meets someone who is willing to take on her "baggage."
    I felt bad for Joel when he saw Julia and Chris together. However, he got himself into this mess by not wanting to try harder at fixing things in the beginning. I did like that Julia left things open ended in regards to telling the kids what is going on. I feel like the bullying issue is still unresolved though. I can understand why Joel wouldn't want someone new around the kids so soon. That could be really strange and awkward. I'm still not used to Julia being so serious with someone else, but Chris seems like a good guy who really cares about her.
    I love that Jasmine put a boot on Crosby's motorcycle. He was injured from it before and I don't blame her for being worried and upset. I also understand why Crosby is stressed out and sees the motorcycle as a way to find release. I like the pep talk Zeke gave him about scaring the bear. Also, that healing retreat would have driven me crazy too. I hope Oliver comes to his senses soon. It's really lousy what he's doing to The Luncheonette. I also felt bad for Crosby seeing Zeke have a moment of weakness at physical therapy. That has to be unsettling.
    I'm glad Kristina was able to get Zeke up and moving again. It just took someone walking a mile in his shoes to get him on the right path.
    I love that Hank stood up to Sandy about his relationship with Sarah and that she was fine with Sarah being around after that. Hank was so proud of himself too.

    Ep 6:
    I'm glad Amber was able to help Ruby, even though I didn't need to hear the puking sounds. I like that she talked some sense into her, as well. I love how mature Amber has become, but this was even before she got pregnant.
    How does anyone NOT know who the Peanuts gang is? Also, I love the celebrity game. I used to play that with friends. So much fun!
    I am feeling stressed out for both Crosby and Adam. I love how their wives are so supportive. I hope Crosby will be more open with Jasmine in the future. I'd suggest he sell his motorcycle, but I know that's probably hard for him to part with, even though he just got it a little while ago. It was also good that Adam was honest with Amber in the end and that he's trying his best to get The Luncheonette back to a good place.
    The part with Jabbar's surprise Harry Potter birthday party got me teary-eyed. He was just so happy!
    I wonder what the deal is with Dylan's parents never being around. That didn't seem to fit with her claim that they were clingy with her.
    I hope Drew knows what he's doing with his major. It's nice that he wants to help Amber, but he's going to end up miserable if he declares a major that doesn't interest him. He'll burn out. And now he's getting mixed messages from his uncles.

    Ep 7:
    The whole divorce process for Julia and Joel is so heartbreaking. I love what Zeke said to Joel and what Joel then said to Julia. I was nervous that Chris would be there when he came over, but I'm glad he wasn't...unless he was hiding somewhere. I still can't imagine Julia with anyone but Joel and loved when he was getting sentimental about the house.
    Amber's situation was so stressful. It was harsh what Max said to her, but I think he's coming from his own head instead of thinking of how his words affect anyone else. I'm glad Sarah was able to help her feel better. Nora is so cute. And Amber is really good with her.
    I'm glad Hank told Sandy about having Asperger's. Maybe she won't be so hard on him anymore. I wonder if she wants to give him another chance though. That wouldn't work too well for Sarah.
    I like that Natalie talked some sense into Drew and that he made things up to Zeke by taking him to a real shooting range. It's nice to see Zeke somewhat back to himself.
    Funny that they were watching Fast Times at Ridgemont High because I was talking with my husband about that movie the other day.

    Ep 8:
    Even more heart-wrenching than Julia and Joel's divorce was seeing Max pour his heart out to Dylan only to have her smash it to pieces. I love what Kristina said to him though. I am still emotional just thinking about that part of the episode. I know Dylan is entitled to her feelings, but she was just rude about it. She should have asked Max to go somewhere quiet where they could talk instead of just yelling at him and embarrassing him more. For the record, I don't get what she sees in Aaron Brownstein either.
    Maybe it's the parent in me, but I was furious with Ruby for lying to her parents and throwing that party. I'm glad Hank finally took some control of the situation. I am going to invent some device that keeps my kids from becoming teenagers. I can't even fathom it!
    I'm glad Jasmine took a job to help support her family. I know it wounds Crosby's pride, but I'm glad he came around about it in the end and that they have more of an understanding about each other. It shows why I still love them together. Renee was being annoyingly meddlesome though. Real estate? Hah!
    I didn't like what Drew said to Amber. It was uncalled for. I hope he will change majors and do something he likes instead of worrying about supporting his family. He still has to worry about the cost of college too. I doubt he's there on a full scholarship.
    Amber definitely had me worried, but I'm glad it was Braxton Hicks. It would have been interesting if she had gone into labor, since Crosby was also there when Kristina had Nora.

    Ep 9:
    Such a drama filled episode. I felt bad for Max when Dylan's parents were yelling at Kristina about how he was acting toward Dylan. I'm glad they got that situation resolved. It really goes to show what a kind and patient person Kristina is.
    Side note: Dylan's dad is played by the guy who played Glen Goolia in The Wedding Singer.
    It was a nice surprise to see Mark again. I could see that longing that is still there between him and Sarah, even if neither of them ever acknowledges it. I also realized for the first time that Sarah is going to be the "G" word soon. That doesn't seem right, even though I'm sure she had Amber when she was really young so that Amber being a pregnant young adult does make Sarah the "G" word whether she likes it or not. It just seems funny in a weird way.
    I think Ruby was being a bit over-dramatic about not getting to play Sandy two nights in a row. She was the understudy. It's fair to expect that the original actress would play the part if she is feeling better. At least Ruby got her moment in the sun. Not all understudies get to play the lead role even for one night of a high school performance.
    If I were Julia and Joel said he was going to fight for me and for our marriage, I would have thrown the divorce papers in the trash and made out with him right then and there. But that's just me. I can understand why Julia felt the way she did, but I'm glad she pushed Chris away and that she is acknowledging her feelings about Joel afterward. I loved seeing them kiss at the end.
    I didn't like how Camille and Zeke were putting Drew in the middle. And not necessary to lay the guilt on him. However, it was sweet what Zeke had planned for himself and Camille to do.
    I'm all worried about Zeke now. I thought he was going to be okay after the surgery. Yikes!!!

    Ep 10 and 11:
    I'm glad Zeke survived his heart attack. The prognosis doesn't look good though, and I wonder when he and Camille are going to make a decision about the next step. I love when they drove by the old house and saw kids and a dog playing in the yard and how Zeke decided to let them find the box with the baseball in it.
    It looks like Julia and Joel have decided to be open about their relationship in front of the kids. The scene at the ice rink was so sweet and it was nice to see the kids happy again. I wonder if Sydney will be nicer to people as a result. I am so glad things are moving in a positive direction with this story line. I nearly melted when Joel said that he was never going to leave again and also seeing his smile when Julia called just to say hi.
    It was nice how Hank drove Drew to the hospital and put together the crib. He's a good guy overall and I'm glad Sarah finally came to a decision about whether to marry him or not. It was pretty random how he proposed, but I didn't like the way she kept him hanging on for so long.
    I was leaning toward Adam and Kristina's decision regarding the Luncheonette and I feel like Crosby manipulated him, whether he knows he did that or not. If Adam is really going to start things up again with Crosby, I wish them a lot of luck with this go-around.
    The baby shower scene was sweet. I liked how all the women were giving their advice about motherhood.

    Ep 12:
    I'm glad Kristina gave Jasmine a piece of her mind about guilt-tripping Adam into working with Crosby again. I feel bad for Crosby that he can't speak up for himself about what he wants. Even so, last time a big decision was presented, Adam conceded to Crosby. Now it's Crosby's turn.
    I love how Edgar asked Adam to be his mentor and that the souffle was a success. It was also good that Kristina talked to Max about the possibilities for his future. The career day seemed like a cool program and I'm glad Jasmine got to teach the dance portion of it. I hope Kristina hires her to be a full-time dance teacher. Maybe she can hire Crosby to teach music recording, as well?
    I got emotional when Amber had her baby and named him after Zeke. I don't know how I'm going to handle the final episode if this ending did me in.
    I like how Julia implied that Zeke told everyone his decision instead of making it a heavy and intense moment for the whole family. I wonder how Adam and Crosby are processing all of this. It was sad enough seeing Camille's reaction the first time around.
    I'm also glad Julia and Joel got everything out in the open about her career and that they are still happy together. I can understand why Victor was worried though.
    I hope Zeke holds up long enough to walk Sarah down the aisle at her wedding. I'm glad Hank was flexible about everything.

    Ep 13--Series finale:
    It was definitely a cathartic episode. And everyone who told me to have tissues nearby was spot-on.
    I was most surprised about the opportunity for Joel and Julia to adopt a baby. I totally got teary-eyed and shaken up (in a good way) by that. I'm so glad they decided to do it in the end.
    I wasn't surprised about Zeke passing away. I saw that coming from the first episode of the season. It was sad how sudden it was and that no one, especially Camille, got to say good-bye. I got verklempt when they were scattering his ashes in the baseball field, but I'm glad they didn't do a whole ceremonial funeral. I think Zeke would have wanted it this way.
    I'm glad Crosby decided to go into business for himself and that Amber is now his partner. I love how he asked her to be the new Crosby and how Adam was impressed by his plan.
    I love that Adam was made headmaster of the school.
    The ending of the episode was amazing. It reminded me of the ending of Six Feet Under, but more uplifting. It was cool seeing everyone a few years in the future. It was a bit surprising to see Amber with a new guy and then Ryan showing up and apparently getting along with this new guy. I'm glad Ryan gets to spend time with his son though. I didn't notice Julia's new baby until I saw it in the article linked in this paragraph. So wonderful! I did notice that Jasmine was pregnant again. And I loved that Camille went to France. It's sad that Zeke couldn't be with her, but I know he wanted her to go there.
    Side note: Drew does not look good with a mustache.
    It was sweet that Ruby's friend took an interest in Max. It was also nice to see Haddie again.
    The wedding was really nice. Overall, Hank is a good guy and I love how much he adores Sarah. The conversation he had with Zeke before the wedding was so touching.
    It was so sweet that Camille and Zeke wanted Amber and her baby living with them to be their "third act."

    Okay...I can't type anymore without crying again. I loved this show and am going to miss it so so so much!

    Here's something fun that I did to reflect back on the series.

    Favorite Braverman adult: Adam. He was a great husband and father and I could relate to him in some ways. Even his dancing couldn't dissuade me from this honor.
    Favorite Braverman teenager/young adult: Amber. I loved seeing how much she grew up over time and her story lines were so interesting and dramatic.
    Favorite Braverman kid/pre-teen: Jabbar. He was overall a sweet and drama-free kid. He reminded me of my older son in some ways.
    Favorite in-law: Kristina. Is there really any other choice? All the spouses were great in their own ways, but Kristina was the most passionate about everything.
    Top 3 favorite secondary characters: Mark Cyr (Sarah's on and off boyfriend), Natalie (Drew's girlfriend), Heather (Kristina's campaign assistant)
    Least favorite extras: Oliver Rome (the rock star diva), Bob Little (the creepy politician), Peet (Joel's boss)
    Best acting: Max Burkholder as Max Braverman. He played the role so well that I forgot he doesn't have Asperger's in real life. It was interesting to read about how he prepared for his scenes.
    Character I would want to be and what I'd do differently: Kristina, not concede to Bob and expose his lecherousness. I wouldn't have wanted cancer, but I still would love to play that part.
    Favorite story arcs: Kristina putting together the school. Julia and Joel's adoption of Victor.

    I took the "Which Braverman are you?" quiz on Buzzfeed and got Julia:
    You’re very Type-A. You’re hard working, driven, and you probably deal with your feelings by cleaning the house. You know what you like and don’t like, but every once in a while you to let your hair down. You care so much about your relationships and no matter what life throws at you, you refuse to ever give up.

    I decided to take a few others to see if they got similar results...
    "Which Braverman sibling are you?" (Buzzfeed)
    Sarah: You are known for your wit and sass. You are a very creative person who sometimes needs help organizing all your thoughts. You are extremely caring and devoted to your family and friends. You care about your loved ones and want to do everything in your power to make sure they are happy.

    "Which Parenthood character are you?" (Buddy TV)


    Monday, December 14, 2015

    Winter Joy Retreat-Day 14: Food and Creativity

    I'm participating in an online writer's retreat, thanks to Nina Badzin's blog. The topic is "Edible Memories," so all the posts will be about food. I will try to post every day to keep up, but there are some I might come back to later, depending on my schedule and when inspiration strikes.

    Today is the last day of the retreat. I plan on sharing some thoughts about the experience soon.

    Today's topic:
    What happens when you improvise in the kitchen (and in life)? Where do you keep your creativity on a leash, and when does it get to run wild and free? Tell us about a memory where food and creativity are linked forever.

    I must admit that I'm not creative when it comes to food. I'm happy to make something that comes out the way I want it to, taste and texture-wise. I can't decorate cakes or make cookies look like my kids' favorite cartoon characters. I openly admire (and envy) people who have the time, energy, and skill to be creative with their food.

    Having said that, there was a time I had to improvise and it worked out really well.

    On Rosh Hashanah in 2010, we were hosting people for lunch on the first day. That morning, I realized the only thing we had for our salad was lettuce. We observe Yom Tov similar to Shabbat, so I couldn't go to the store and purchase vegetables. I was panicking for a bit, but then I went into the pantry and noticed that we had cans of baby corn and water chestnuts, as well as some snack cups of Mandarin oranges. I had a salad dressing recipe from this really good Asian slaw, so I put that together for this new Asian style salad. I also found a can of La Choy chow mein noodles and added that into the mix.

    The salad turned out really good, and it has since become my go-to salad for Shabbat and holidays. It's so easy to make and everyone likes it. My in-laws request it every time they come in for Shabbat and can't seem to get enough of it.

    This is about as creative as I get when it comes to food. Even though my husband helps with it a lot, he still credits me for everything.

    Sunday, December 13, 2015

    Winter Joy Retreat--Day 13: Food and Pleasure

    I'm participating in an online writer's retreat, thanks to Nina Badzin's blog. The topic is "Edible Memories," so all the posts will be about food. I will try to post every day to keep up, but there are some I might come back to later, depending on my schedule and when inspiration strikes.

    Today's topic:
    Tell us about a moment in the past when food meant pleasure. Food that looked, smelled and tasted so seductive that you can’t forget about it to this day. Where does this memory take you? What feelings does it bring back?

    I always love to eat, especially food that I don't always get to experience. The pleasure for me comes from how delicious something tastes and how enjoyable it is for me to eat, no matter what else is going on in my life. I can't choose just one, nor can I articulate what memories they bring back, so I'm writing this in a similar style to my comfort foods post.

    First of all, there's peppermint. I love the taste of peppermint and always associate it with this time of year. I could eat peppermint year round, but only certain items come out during or close to December.

    *Candy Cane Joe-Joe's from Trader Joe's. If I get to the store before they sell out, I stock up on them. They're different from a mint Oreo. The little flecks of peppermint inside the cream filling just burst with flavor from each and every bite. During our first Christmas Eve in our new home out here (not that we celebrate, but we still have the next day off from work), we had some friends over and we just sat around eating Candy Cane Joe-Joe's and drinking hot cocoa. Then we played Jewish Apples to Apples and had so much fun laughing from it.

    *Peppermint Bark: The combination of white and milk chocolate, along with pieces of candy cane, just melt in my mouth. My husband calls it "crack." It takes me back to this time when my mom was working with a really nice woman who used to give her homemade peppermint bark to bring to my sister and myself. Then we all went to her house one time and made it together. It was a lot of fun. I just wish I remembered how she did it. The kind pictured here is from Costco and it's excellent!
    *Dutch Baby: The first time I went to *Walker Brothers' Pancake House was when I was a freshman in high school. I got the smaller version of a German pancake, called the Dutch Baby. It was puffy on top and flat on the bottom. It came with some lemons and a small bowl of powdered sugar. The lemons and powdered sugar combined on the pancake in such a way to make it even more flavorful and robust. It immediately became my pancake of choice any time I went to Walker Brothers after that. I remember going there after a performance of a high school play I was in later that year. My cousins from my mom's side (a different set than the ones we celebrated Thanksgiving with) were there too. They had some boys a few years younger than me and one of them started singing "Dutch, Dutch, Baby" to the tune of "Ice, Ice, Baby." Someone thankfully posted a recipe online. I may have to try it out sometime!

    *Onion straws: When my best friend was living in Texas, I went down to visit her over spring break during my freshman year of college. She had to work on the night I arrived, but her mom and aunt took me to *Cheddar's. It was there that I tried onion straws for the first time. They were incredible. Thinly sliced onions dipped in a breading and fried. I couldn't get enough of them! Before the trip was over, I went back there, this time with my best friend. Later on, some franchises of Cheddar's opened up in Illinois. Only some of them served onion straws though. Thankfully, the one closest to my home, which was still a good 45 minutes away, served them. Eventually, I introduced this amazing appetizer to my husband, who enjoyed them as much as I did.

    *Lou Malnati's deep dish pizza: From the light, buttery crust to the thick and gooey cheese, the taste of *Lou's pizza never fails to remind me of Chicago. It's definitely something I miss a lot and the Kosher restaurant out here doesn't even come close to making a comparable deep dish pizza.

    *Conversation stopping pie: After I got married, I took private classes from a local Chabad Rebbetzin about going to the mikvah and family purity. She was so nice and we got along really well. Sometimes she would have my husband and me over for Shabbat dinner. The first time we were there, she brought out this delicious dessert. It was pareve ice cream, almond butter, and chocolate chips all frozen together in a graham cracker pie crust. She gave me the recipe and it was so easy to replicate. I used peanut butter instead of almond butter and it tasted like a frozen Reese's peanut butter cup! Anyone who has ever had this pie has loved it and I've even made it for people who were having a rough day or celebrating a special occasion.

    *S'mores pie: I've mentioned this pie a few times already because it's just THAT good. I use crushed graham crackers and mix them into a dough and then split it up. I then add marshmallow fluff to the bottom crust and top it with semi-sweet chocolate, mini-marshmallows, and the remainder of the dough. The final touch is chocolate chips on top. This pie is best when eaten hot because of how the marshmallows and chocolate melt together. Who needs a campfire? Here is the recipe, if you want to try it for yourself.

    *Cheesecake from the *Cheesecake Factory: The first time I went to the Cheesecake Factory was in 2001 with a guy I became friends with after we had dated for a short time the previous year. The food was impressive. I was so full that I took a slice of cheesecake home to try later. (I ordered the vanilla bean cheesecake.) When I got home that evening, I was ready to try it. From the first forkful, I realized that I had never had such amazing cheesecake before. It was light and soft. The blend of vanilla and cheese worked so well together. I was simply blown away! Since then, I've tried other flavors upon my many visits to the restaurant. (Side note: Their oat bread is a real treat, as well.) Tiramisu is another flavor I loved. A few years ago, my friend gave me a cheesecake recipe to try for Shavuot and it comes really close to how great the Cheesecake Factory makes theirs.

    When it comes to food and pleasure, it's hard to choose just one item to talk about. This is only a small sample of the many foods from which I derive pleasure.

    *At the time I did not keep Kosher.

    Saturday, December 12, 2015

    Winter Joy Retreat-Day 12: Food and Friendship

    I'm participating in an online writer's retreat, thanks to Nina Badzin's blog. The topic is "Edible Memories," so all the posts will be about food. I will try to post every day to keep up, but there are some I might come back to later, depending on my schedule and when inspiration strikes.

    I am finally caught up again!

    Today's topic:
    For today’s writing time, delve into a memory of food that is forever infused with the goodness and salvation of a deep friendship.

    This topic was very easy for me. Even when I saw the word "friendship" on the list, I knew I'd write about this.

    A few years ago, my best friend came to visit me for a long weekend. She had been making pies for quite some time and decided to teach me how to do it. We went to the store together to get all the necessary ingredients. That Sunday night, we set about making apple pies together. It was quite a process. We first had to peel and cut all the apples. Since we were each making a pie, we had to double the recipe. Then she showed me how to make the dough. I had purchased a pastry cutter at Bed, Bath, and Beyond just for this occasion. There was more involved than just mixing ingredients together. We had to use a balance of dough and cold water, along with making sure everything was blended with the pastry cutter. She had quite a rhythm down when she was mixing her own dough. Then she helped me with mine when I wasn't getting the results that she had. I remember that she was chewing peach gum while we were mixing the dough (and while I don't like the smell of peach, I let it slide this time).

    When we finally got our dough into the pie pan, it was then time to add the apples and some other ingredients. Then came the hard part...putting the other half of the dough on top. My best friend knew what she was doing and her pie looked gorgeous even before it went into the oven. Mine looked okay, but not a masterpiece by any means!

    My best friend's pie is on the left

    Afterward, we put the pies in the oven to bake and worked on getting the kids to bed while we were waiting.

    The end product was worth the wait! Hers definitely looked prettier than mine, but they tasted the same, so that's what matters.


    We had a lot of fun baking together and plan to do it again when she visits soon. It was a fun bonding experience. The pie tasted delicious and got me started on enjoying apple pie. I never really liked it when I was growing up.

    Delicious!

    Around Thanksgiving time, I decided to try it out again, although mine didn't turn out as lovely as it did the previous time. Still, my brother-in-law said it tasted like it came from a bakery, so there's that!
    The pie I made on my own

    With my best friend on another one of her visits
    (Two years after the pie baking experience)

    Winter Joy Retreat-Day 11: Food and Tradition

    I'm participating in an online writer's retreat, thanks to Nina Badzin's blog. The topic is "Edible Memories," so all the posts will be about food. I will try to post every day to keep up, but there are some I might come back to later, depending on my schedule and when inspiration strikes.

    Due to Hanukkah and a busy week, I'm still behind, so please bear with me. Thanks!

    Friday's topic:
    What family traditions have fallen away or transformed into something new over the years? What foods evoke the rituals of your past? Tell us.

    When I was a kid, and all through my teen and college years (and probably beyond), we had Thanksgiving dinner with my mom's first cousin and her family. Usually, my maternal grandma and her brother would be there, as well. We'd have it at our house every year. The only time we didn't was when my mom's cousin hosted the year my mom had back surgery. When we were little, my cousins, sister, and I would sit at the kid's table. Eventually we got to join the adults at their table. My third cousins on my mom's side are somewhat close in age. I'm a year younger than one of them and several years older than the other. We all got along really well, and still do!

    Every year, there would be turkey, mashed potatoes, green beans, and most other traditional Thanksgiving foods. I don't remember what desserts would be available since I didn't like pumpkin pie at the time. Maybe my mom got me cherry pie or a cake? I'm surprised that dessert is such a blur for me!

    I remember one year my sister took a video of everyone together. Our beagle, Buddy, was part of the festivities, as well. He even sat in my chair and licked my finished plate while my mom's cousin looked on with shock and disgust. (I think there was a different year when he grabbed a turkey leg off the table and my dad chased him around the house, and then the same thing happened on The Simpsons while we were watching together after dinner.) In any case, it was funny to watch!

    On Christmas, we would go to my mom's cousin's house for a similar feast. While we didn't celebrate, they did.

    This tradition changed when we moved away. I'm sure my family still celebrates one or the other with my mom's cousin, but not always both. Our first Thanksgiving out east was spent at my mother-in-law's apartment in Manhattan. We went to see the Macy's parade (as much as we could see of it) and then relaxed back at the apartment. There was a pool on the top level, so we even got to swim for a while. I had made pumpkin soup and brought it with for all of us to enjoy. My mother-in-law made a small turkey and some side dishes. And then there was pumpkin pie. Since it was the only dessert available, I decided to try it. Lo and behold....I enjoyed it! The following year, we hosted Thanksgiving dinner in our house for the first time. My in-laws and my husband's uncle came over for the meal.

    The second time we hosted Thanksgiving dinner was in our new home in Maryland. My in-laws came down from New York and it was just the six of us (including my two sons). Then they spent Shabbos weekend with us. From there on, we've hosted Thanksgiving here every year. The only break in tradition was when my in-laws couldn't make it out here one year because one of them was sick. We hosted some friends who lived nearby and didn't have family visiting either. That was in 2012, I believe. The following year, it was Thanksgivukkah, which was the one and only time Thanksgiving and Hanukkah collided. It was also the first time my brother-in-law and his family joined us for dinner. Since then, they've been coming over for Thanksgiving every year.

    I have a feeling that Thanksgiving traditions will ebb and flow, but I enjoy that we host it and I have a great relationship with my in-laws. I also have the fond memories of childhood Thanksgivings to look back upon, so that I can re-create the feeling for my kids.

    Friday, December 11, 2015

    Winter Joy Retreat-Day 10: Food and Time

    I'm participating in an online writer's retreat, thanks to Nina Badzin's blog. The topic is "Edible Memories," so all the posts will be about food. I will try to post every day to keep up, but there are some I might come back to later, depending on my schedule and when inspiration strikes.

    Due to Hanukkah and a busy week, I'm still behind, so please bear with me. Thanks!

    Thursday's topic:
    What is your relationship with food from the perspective of your relationship with time? Are you someone who eats slowly or fast? Tell us about a moment when you took time to savor every bite, whether it was a slice of orange you were eating or an exquisite dish served at a dinner party.

    I tend to eat fast all the time. I've been known to make myself choke because of how fast I eat. I think this came from adulthood as part of work life and parenthood. With work, you only get a certain amount of time to eat. When things are hectic, I feel the need to speed it up a bit or cut meals short. I usually eat on my own and read at the same time, so I'm only on my clock. When I go out to eat with a friend, I am less rushed, as I usually plan for an hour instead of my usual 30 minutes.

    When my kids were babies, there were times we'd go out to eat and they'd only last so long at a restaurant before having a meltdown. Or we'd be at home and I'd need to feed them or hold them and couldn't really focus on having a leisurely meal. Even now, the nights are short. After putting together dinner, I need to focus on getting the kids ready for bed. We sit around the table for a bit, but it usually feels rushed.

    The one time a week I slow down to eat is on Shabbat. The nights (especially in the winter) are stretched out before us. There's nowhere we have to be and the kids aren't on a bedtime schedule. If we host people for lunch or go to someone else's home, it's also longer and more drawn out, each part of the meal having its time to be enjoyed.

    Time is more of an issue in relation to food when the days are shorter before Shabbat starts and we have to rush to make sure all the food is ready before we have to cease cooking. This also holds true for certain religious holidays...especially since there are two nights and two days (sometimes three if Shabbat is right before or after the holidays) to prepare food for. It gets really hectic in the final hours before the holidays start and I find myself ready to pull my hair out. My husband is the one doing most of the cooking, and yet I'm the one who feels overwhelmed. Go figure! One year, our meat oven broke right before Pesach. My husband had to Kasher the dairy oven so we could use that for meat instead. So hectic! However, when Shabbat or the holiday starts and the candles are lit, I can breathe a sigh of relief and just enjoy the food that has been put before me.

    As far as savoring...the first time my husband tried making this Italian meatball recipe, it was so incredible that I wanted to make the taste last for as long as I could. I even swore because it was that amazing. (I don't usually swear about food!) Don't worry...the kids weren't around when I did it. My husband still loves that his meatballs made me swear.

    The meatballs that made me swear out loud!

    Winter Joy Retreat-Day 9: Food and Courage

    I'm participating in an online writer's retreat, thanks to Nina Badzin's blog. The topic is "Edible Memories," so all the posts will be about food. I will try to post every day to keep up, but there are some I might come back to later, depending on my schedule and when inspiration strikes.

    Due to Hanukkah and a busy week, I'm still behind, so please bear with me. Thanks!

    Wednesday's topic:
    What early messages did you imbibe about bodies? Where have you been courageous that you may take for granted? What is the story that would not even occur to you to tell? Tell us about a time when food and courage came together, like old friends so glad to see each other.

    I can't really say I have any food issues, other than being a picky eater and having some weird hang-ups about how some things should be eaten. I've always loved to eat though. I never had an eating disorder or anything along those lines. Yes, it was encouraged to be thin, but my body is what it is and as long as I'm taking care of myself, I'm not too concerned.

    When I think of courage and food coming together, I think of my move to New Jersey in 2007. It was a big move, halfway across the country after living in Illinois almost my entire life. I didn't really know anyone there, nor had I established any friendships. At the time, it was my husband, our 18 month-old son, our cat, and myself. (Guess who drove the cat in their car the entire trip? You're looking at her!) It was definitely hard to say goodbye to everyone and everything in Illinois, but we managed to pack up our home into two sedans and a moving truck (which we had some issues with after reaching our destination) and that was that.

    I remember that we left in the middle of the night and it was snowing. In April. It was hard to see the road in front of me in the dark. Like flying through hyperspace! When the sun finally came up and we got into Indiana, we stopped for a hot breakfast. Pancakes! They gave me some energy for the next leg of the trip. Then we met up with my husband's aunt and uncle in Cleveland for lunch. I can't even remember what I ate though. Maybe a salad? Afterward, we drove on more until we reached Pennsylvania. We went to this Mexican restaurant in a little village out there. At the time, I was still eating non-Kosher chicken, so I got fajitas. Then, after getting lost several times, we found our hotel and caught up on sleep. The hotel had a breakfast buffet, which was pretty elaborate. Cereals, hot food, etc.

    The rest of the drive to New Jersey wasn't too long, and we got there early in the afternoon. After we dropped off some stuff and checked out the house, we drove into the downtown area by our Northern NJ home. There was a Kosher dairy restaurant with a pareve bakery where we ended up for lunch. I had a grilled cheese, as I needed the comfort food! Afterward, we purchased a cake for the home where we'd be having our first Shabbat dinner in our new community. It had been raining out that day and was gloomy and overcast. I felt like it was an omen for what was ahead.

    The house was a piece of work. Think of The Money Pit and you'll have a good idea of what it was like. We were renting it temporarily until we could find a house we'd want to settle down in. We did some unpacking in the afternoon and then my mother-in-law came out to see us and took us to a Kosher meat restaurant in a different downtown area. I had a hamburger there. It was good, but also tasted of the trepidation that came with living in a new place with a new set of social rules.

    That Saturday, our house (since it was not yet furnished) was being used for a Bar Mitzvah kiddush lunch. This was something arranged before we were moving there and the parents were thankful that we didn't throw off their plans. They even gave us an air mattress for our first few nights there. They also let us have a lot of the leftovers from the luncheon. (Mostly deli meat, from what I remember.) If anything, it was a good way to meet a lot of the community at once! At one point, I was talking with a close friend of the Bar Mitzvah boy's mother. She was visiting from Texas and was very kind and easy to chat with. She made me feel somewhat better about embarking on this new chapter in my life.

    Living in a new town and getting adjusted was not as easy as I had hoped. I made some friends, but I also felt like the rest of the community was doing their best to make us feel like outsiders. The president of our Shul was a perpetrator in this effort. It's a long story for another time, but it involves the money pit owned by the Shul. Also, I had a hard time finding a job. It took me 10 months to finally secure some work for myself. Thankfully, I liked the job a lot. We also rented a different house by then, with a nice and reasonable landlord this time. And some friends from the community moved next door to us. I even had my second child that spring. However, we still weren't happy in our community and looked at other Shuls and communities nearby in hopes of finding a better fit. (One of the hosts we stayed with made these delicious peanut butter balls and gave me the recipe. I made those and froze a bunch and they worked as a comfort food in some ways.) We didn't have much luck with this endeavor.

    Then my husband's job took us to the DC area that November for a conference he had to attend. My sons and I walked all over the Capitol and I loved it so much that I felt we needed to move there. We visited a community the following February and were sold just on how friendly and welcoming everyone was. I also got a chocolate chip biscotti recipe that I made from time to time after that visit. We came back again that Spring to confirm our decision and then bought a house a few weeks later. While we were still in NJ, getting ready to say goodbye to everyone there, we were invited to a Bat Mitzvah party for the daughter of the family who hosted the Bar Mitzvah luncheon when we first moved in. The same friend from Texas was at this party, so I felt like I had come full circle seeing her again on my way out of the community. She and I hung out together the whole time at the party and she was still as sweet as I remembered. I remember eating steak at this party, as well as some fancy desserts.

    I probably got off on a tangent, but I wanted to share about some of the food and experiences that went along with a time in my life where I had to display courage. Courage of facing the unknown. Courage to admit that I wasn't happy where I was living. Courage to make another huge move to another new community....the one that I now call home.

    Thursday, December 10, 2015

    Winter Joy Retreat-Day 8: Food and Longing

    I'm participating in an online writer's retreat, thanks to Nina Badzin's blog. The topic is "Edible Memories," so all the posts will be about food. I will try to post every day to keep up, but there are some I might come back to later, depending on my schedule and when inspiration strikes.

    Due to Hanukkah and a busy week (so far), I'm still behind, so please bear with me. Thanks!

    Tuesday's Topic:
    What are you longing for right now? What are you hungry for in your life? When you look back, can you identify a time when your food choices were really not about filling your body or keeping it going but about what you longed for deep inside? Tell us about a time when food was about longing.

    This topic made me think a lot about the kinds of longing I do. And it brought me to an interesting place that still is food related.

    Confession: I am a recipe hoarder. I have tons of recipe books in my kitchen cabinet, including one that has a collection of recipes from when I was growing up, as well as some my grandma passed down to me. It got so huge that I had to get another binder just for the desserts section! There is also a pile of recipe magazines in the cabinet. I used to have a Family Circle subscription just for the recipes. Then I fell behind on clipping them and just gave up on those. However, I have a folder in my Gmail account just for recipes I've collected online and have yet to print.



    What does this have to do with longing, you ask? Well, with all the recipes I have either in print or online, I have yet to cook a majority of them. I usually go for the same (and safe) ones that I know will come out how I want. I miss cooking. My husband is a really good cook, so he does a majority of the cooking. And life gets so hectic that I don't have the time or patience to cook more than the simplest and foolproof of recipes in my collection. I look at these recipes for delicious food items and say to myself "I would love to make that." Then I see how complicated it sounds and bury it in my collection, in hopes to come back to it later. I will admit that I'm not as an amazing of a cook as my husband, but I do enjoy producing something that people will enjoy and even compliment me on. It makes me feel really good to hear that someone liked my challah, or my blueberry cake, or my pumpkin pie. I used to make this s'mores pie that was out of this world and basked in the praise of everyone who loved it. It wasn't personally my recipe, but I think it's more the cook's doing than the recipe itself. Lately, I've been outsourcing some of my simple, but tried-and-true cooking tasks to my older son, who wants to be on Master Chef Junior one of these days. I used to make these really good peanut butter balls, but they take a lot of work and my sons can't eat them anyway, due to allergies. So I've tabled the desire to make them again.

    My pumpkin pie, recipe courtesy of Quick and Kosher
    Having said all this, I long to step out of my cooking comfort zone. I long to find the time, patience, and energy to cook the delicious recipes I find as an extra gift in the magazines and books I read (such as in Too Many Cooks by Dana Bate, Off the Menu by Stacey Ballis, or Stir by Jessica Fechtor). I long for the motivation to cook something new; something that people will love. I recently came across recipes for cherry thumbprint cookies and butterscotch bars. Both sound really good, but I once again haven't gotten myself to purchase the ingredients and put forth the effort. The most I can bring myself to cook is challah every once in a while (I make big batches) or something simple for Shabbat. I keep making goals for myself to cook more from scratch, and end up resorting to using mixes because it's easier and less time-consuming...and my son can make them without as much supervision.

    The recipe collection in my home and e-mail account all reflect my longing to cook something new and different. To make the time for myself and get up the motivation to do so. To go to the store and buy ingredients I might not have normally purchased before. To have a new favorite dish for when I host Shabbat meals.

    My best friend is coming to visit in a few weeks and wants to make a pie together again. Let's hope she can kick my butt into gear!



    Festive and merry, right before January

    Blog Project 3.0 has been going on for about two years, even though one of the group members changed after a few months. I love blogging with this group and I hope we can continue to inspire each other.

    This week, Moma Rock chose the topic: What are some of your favorite (or least favorite) holiday memories?

    First, read what everyone else had to share on this topic. I will be only posting links to posts on this same topic from my group. So check back if you were hoping to read their blogs and don't see a link yet.

    Darwin Shrugged
    Froggie
    Moma Rock

    Since I am doing this Winter Joy retreat, I am a bit drained from writing anything else. I will instead share some excerpts from previous posts about holidays. I'm just focusing on the winter holidays. Thanks for understanding!

    Hanukkah (from Chick Lit Central; December 26, 2011):
    The thing that makes Hanukkah really come alive for me is the most is latkes. I associate the smell of frying potatoes with Hanukkah. Sure, that smell will linger for days on furniture, clothes, etc. However, it is so warm and delicious that it doesn't bother me a bit! When I was growing up, and even into my adult years, my dad was well-known for making latkes for us, extended family and our friends. There was one night that he made them for me and some friends at midnight after we got home from a late showing of Aladdin, back in 1992. Over the years, we've also had many latke parties with him standing over the frying pan the entire time so that we wouldn't run out of the tasty treat. Nowadays, my husband is the chief latke maker. His latkes look and taste different, but are delicious, as well. We haven't had latkes for Hanukkah this year, but we plan to before the last day. I think when I take that first delectable bite of steaming potatoes and onions, Hanukkah will really give off its true "feel" for me.
    Family Hanukkah pic from 2013

    My husband's latkes

    Christmas (From 'Tis the season; December 23, 2011):
    My mom's first cousin is not Jewish. (There was some intermarriage in our family.) Therefore, she and her family celebrate Christmas. We would celebrate the day with them when I was growing up and even as I was becoming an adult. As a result, there was a time in my life when I actually enjoyed Christmas and all it had to offer. I love celebrating Hanukkah, but there was something warm and wonderful about Christmas at the time. It gave the whole month of December a certain "feel." We would go to our cousins' house and the whole place would be decked out in Christmas gear. They had a really nice (huge) tree taking up part of their living room. (Their house represented Christmas so well that it was weird to go there any other time of the year, when all the decorations were gone.) They had relaxing Christmas tunes playing in the background the entire time. And then there was the food. There would be snacks when we first came in. Amongst the snacks was a bowl of dill weed dip (my favorite). I'd use it for cucumbers and potato chips. Dinner was turkey, mashed potatoes, green beans, stuffing, etc. I don't think the items ever varied from year to year. The best part was dessert. Our cousin had my late maternal grandma's cheesecake recipe and would make it with cherries on top. There were Frango mint cookies and brownies, as well. Three other things that made the experience memorable....eating dinner on the giant ping pong table in the basement, getting free Disney CDs (our cousin's husband worked for Disney records at the time) and most important of all, having my grandma and great-uncle there. (They were brother and sister and passed away about 4 1/2 years apart from one another.) Another treat was my cousin's husband's sister coming in every other year or so. She was just really nice. On the way home, we'd be all bundled up in the car on a snowy night, passing by all the houses with twinkling lights. There was something so peaceful about the drive back to our house.

    At our cousins' house in 1991
    My late maternal grandma and her brother
    about seven months before he passed away
    (Taken at my college graduation dinner)
    Side note: My least favorite holiday memory is when my sister and I woke up on Christmas morning to find our dog laying dead in our family room. I didn't really understand death at the time, but it put a damper on what was supposed to be a fun day. (This was back when we wanted to be like our cousins and celebrate Christmas.)

    New Year's Eve (from Out with the old...; December 30, 2010):
    On the last night of 1994, I was involved with "Rocky Horror" and NYE was on a Saturday. My parents drove me to the theater in a snowstorm and I had a blast ringing in the new year with my friends there. After the show, the cast (which I was part of at the time) went to an apartment (owned by two of the cast members) to all hang out together and party through the night. That was an interesting experience in itself. Let's just say I didn't do anything I shouldn't, but I still felt the effects from everyone else who was doing this thing. I can't remember if I slept at all that night.

    New Year's Eve 1994 at the Mundelein Cinema

    On the last night of 2001, I spent NYE in Israel. I was there for Birthright and completely jet lagged. I had no idea what time it was and almost missed the changing of the year altogether. The hotel had this party for all the people visiting for Birthright, even though Israel had celebrated their new year in September. I spent my first day of 2002 touring around Jerusalem. It was almost surreal.

    On the last night of 2002, my husband (then boyfriend) and I went to the Olive Garden for dinner and then went to First Night Evanston and walked around in the freezing cold to the different shows and events going on. They had a hula hoop contest, where I realized that I could no longer hula hoop like I did during my Bar/Bat Mitzvah party days. One of the buildings hosted a dance, which is where we officially rang in the new year while dancing to big band music.

    Happy holidays, no matter what you celebrate!