I thought back to my husband’s reaction to his first day in the new yeshivah — he’d come home exhausted, and seemed slightly stressed,Into the Desert, I thought back to my husband’s reaction to his first day in the new yeshivah — he’d come home exhausted, and seemed slightly stressed
I t boggles the mind honestly that no one ever invented fish perfume.
I stabbed a fork at the salmon fillets I’d bought from the caf? around the corner — tonight’s main for dinner now sitting in the oven — and sniffed. They didn’t smell up the kitchen the way normal fish does when you buy the raw thingies and cook them for real instead of picking up two $20 entrees and pretending you’d prepared them on your own. At some point Efraim was going to figure out that I can’t cook; I’d been doing this the entire week since sheva brachos were finally — finally — over.
In a world of chrayonnaise cholent Crock-Pot baggies pre-peeled potatoes and Nish-Nosh salad dressing no one ever thought to invent fish spritz? Ridiculous.
The doorbell rang and I shut the oven and hurried to open the door. It was Shana our next-door neighbor whom I’d met just briefly last week when we’d moved in.
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