it is 9:00 a.m. in the holy city of safed. I have been schlepping chairs all morning to get ready for the Purim festive meal later this afternoon. the fast day started at sunset and ended at 6:00 p.m. since I haven't been eating after 8:00 p.m. I ended up fasting until 7:00 p.m. I felt a bit lightheaded in synagogue while hearing the megilah. I realized that it wasn't really the fast that was getting to me. I suddenly remembered going to bed at 4:oo a.m. that morning.
I did all of my cooking yesterday during the fast. I made chicken liver teriyaki, sweet chili chicken wings, spicy turkey meatballs and potato kugel. I also made black bean veggie hamburgers for the Sephardi grandfather who doesn't eat meat. I had two when I broke my fast. they were terrific. looked like meat and had quite a punch. I think I added a spoonful of cumin and one of chili flakes. it turns out that the grandpa eats meat on purim. go know!
at 8:00 p.m. I made some hamentashen. I found a recipe online using coconut oil. it actually works like shortening. I had forgotten how sticky the dough can get, especially with the coconut oil. I added more flour and played with it until it formed a good dough. I used prepared date spread from the supermarket. I also bought chocolate spread. the isreali's love chocolate hamentashen. I grew up with poppy seed, prune and apricot hamentashen. my mom made the best.
I got into costume at 9:00 p.m. and ran up the block to the Sephardi synagogue. I thought they were having a party and I wanted to see the grandkids in their costumes. the synagogue was dark and definitely locked. I ran home and made another batch of hamentashen using whole wheat flour. I halved the recipe and got about 13 cookies. they all pretty much kept their shape.
I already broke my diet and ate 4 hamentashen. oh well....
I have to get to the synagogue in an hour to hear the magilah again. I made a pitcher of sangria for me and a couple of gal pals but I'm way to tired to drink any now. I went to bed after 2:00 a.m. I am pretty exhausted now. I still need to schlepp down a small table from the upstairs apartment. perhaps my son will help, later. I doubt it, but one can always hope.
Wednesday, February 28, 2018
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