Dinner Delight

I have exciting news to report to you live:

I just found mold on some rolls Uri bought a week and a half ago!

Isn't that great?!? Bread that's actually natural enough that bacteria found it attractive!

Not that I actually ate it.. I'm going to stick with my fabulous 45 calories a slice Pepperidge Farm Light (Extra fiber is my fav). But it's exciting to know that real bread is available, especially in roll form, any rolls we bought thus far have lasted over a month with no mold in sight.

Weird Science

Baked good for the weekend: Apple cake from various apples I still had that I bought at the Ithaca Apple harvest Festival using the recipe for the apple cake in Sheshet.

Pregnancy observation for the weekend: My belly button has become huge – as in its opened up like a big cavern. Super strange!

Other strange pregnancy matters: I find that an increasing number of people are asking me “how are you feeling” with a somewhat over sympathetic voice. As though there is something more than “fine” that you can say to a person you hardly know that you are quickly passing in the hallway. Actually it takes me longer than the whole interaction to process that their referencing the pregnancy.

In general, I’ve been finding that my life hasn’t really changed. At least not in the usual ways – I’m eating less, exercising more, sleeping the same (well, maybe a little more). The hectic life at school doesn’t let me focus on the pregnancy too much – for good and bad. Thus, the fact that my body is physically changing is really weird and detached from anything else in my life.

When you pause to think about it, the fact that I’m growing a life in me is super bizarre. I mean, what else have I ever grown in my life? I’ve successfully killed 2 gold fish, and over a dozen plants. And, just so you don’t misunderstand me: It’s not that I’m complaining that I’m inept for this pregnancy. It’s just an observation that I’ve never had any urge or interest in growing anything, but here I am so fascinated with the growing life inside of me. Indeed, it our modern society we’re so disconnected from the origin of anything. All manufacturing starts out in a land far far away. So it’s surprising that something that happens so frequently as childbirth is still, in part, done in a manner that’s so un-facilitated.

Weird Jello

Just so you know that I haven’t broken my baking promise in the few weeks I haven’t blogged:

This is my mom’s recipe for roses, but instead of meringue with vanilla pudding mix, it’s homemade chocolate creme anglais (aka fancy pudding). I would have actually liked it o be exactly like my mom’s roses, but the two times I tried making the filing, the meringue completely fell as soon as I put in the pudding mix. I assume it’s something in the Jello mix, but I don’t know what it is. If anyone has a clue, please tell me. Anyway, the result of trying to make meringue twice was a whole lot of egg yolks, so that sort of lent itself to making pudding as a filling.

Here’s the recipe for the dough – in terms only Israelis can understand:
1 small package self rising flour
200 g butter
1 unit sour cream (or Eshel)
Combine all the ingredients in a food processor using the metal blade. Form into a ball, wrap in plastic wrap and let sit in refrigerator overnight.
I’ve actually been having some rather deep thought s lately about American culture, cultural relativism and social solidarity, but I’ll leave those for other days. Meanwhile, and interesting take on consumerism and relative wealth , for those of you willing to spare 16 minutes.