It's almost Shabbos in the Holy Land; the food is in the oven, the desserts are (finally!) finished, and the floor is clean (for 30 seconds or less, no doubt).
I had another funny moment with B today, when he joined me in the kitchen for some Shabbos cooking. He wanted to know how I "got so good" at peeling potatoes, and I told him I was helping Bubby since I was about his age. His eyes lit up and he said, "So does that mean if I start helping you now I'll be as good as you when I'm an adult?" We all have to have aspirations, you know.
He peeled and cut zucchini for zucchini muffins and asked how to grate them. I pulled out my hand grater and showed him how it's done, cautioning him about not getting too close, "because you can grate your fingers." His first question? "How does grated finger taste?"
Hmm. Hope we don't find out.
Shabbat Shalom, hey!
2 comments:
Ewwww....there's a recipe I'll pass on...
And that was the start of a string of Shabbatot where every single dish in the Wurtzel household was potato and zucchini based. Coincidentally, it was also the first of many Friday afternoons Mama spent laying in the sun, painting her nails.
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--Chilungu
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