Monthly Archives: April 2011
I can’t begin to tell you how many times I’ve been asked, “What’s it like to be the child of Holocaust survivors?”
Before I start my discussion of the P word, the good and the bad of it, I just wanted to mention that yesterday was one year since Miriyummy came into being, all because Ju-Boy got trapped in England due to a volcano. So if you love or hate my blog, you can all Blame It On The Volcano.
Okay, the house is clean, you are exhausted, the table is set, the guests are hungry, what are you going to serve?
Even though my mother was secular my father was observant, and I grew up in a kosher home. As a child I watched my fair share of television, and desperately wanted to eat what those of us growing up in the Sixties and Seventies were brainwashed to eat. But I couldn’t. Most of those wonderfully-colored, chemically-enhanced, MSG-laden and gelatin-laced yummies were not kosher and therefore never made it over the threshold of the house or on to my tastebuds.
Today is the 22nd Annual Ra’anana Marathon, which was meant to be two weeks ago but was canceled due to rain. Lots of rain. In the last week the weather has warmed up considerably. Granted, winters in Ra’anana are not exactly Siberian, but you can get cold, especially indoors. In fact, sometimes I walk the dog just to get outside and warm up a bit.
While I hate the hot and muggy sauna that Ra’anana becomes in the summer months, the springtime can be quite enjoyable.