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I have a list of letters I need to write… if I can ever find the time…

And while I find these letters of utmost importance to write, I seem to never have the time!  But perhaps documenting them on the world wide web counts as having written them?

  1. WWF (World Wrestling Federation, not the Wildlife Foundation – they’re great):  There is a wrestler (I’m not invested enough to actually know his name) who wears little black undies with red jewish stars, whose shtick is to be straightedge. And every time he loses, a forty-something year old man dressed in leather pants, no shirt, and a bedazzled leather motor cycle jacket comes and pours liquor / beer all over him.  That sends the wrong message to children!  … not that the rest of the wwf sends a great message, but that’s of secondary concern. (*Note: I don’t actually watch the WWF, so my facts might not be entirely correct).
  2. Home Depot: Why is it in the city that never sleeps, the home depot is only open until 8pm on Sundays?  And why was the air conditioning not working?  You’re home depot.  You should be able to fix that.
  3. Murray’s Bagels:  Murray’s takes bagels to a new level…

    a perfectly canoodled bagel.

    of crotchetiness.  They won’t toast your bagel, they won’t hollow it out, and they don’t make mini bagels.  But my favorite thing about bagels (as you recall, I don’t typically like bagels) is the taste of a plain bagel after it has canoodled with the other spiced bagels. So I plan to write Murray’s a letter, not to request that they toast my bagel, or use less cream cheese, but to request that they make canoodled bagels.  Do you think Murray’s will canoodle my bagel for me if I ask?

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ImageThere are many things about me that my friends find funny, and I find bewildering.  I never knew there was a game called “Candy Land” (I played “Kosher Land” at home) until I was twelve; I never ate a hamburger until I was 22; I have never seen an episode of the Simpsons; I’m 50% middle eastern but I do not tan, and I hate cilantro; and surprisingly, despite greatly enjoying preparing desserts, I do not actually enjoy eating them.

One thing that isn’t strange is that I absolutely love chocolate. 

When I was a wee little girl, while my sister was still eating desserts of “plain yogurt with raisins” at birthday parties (my mother had her so fooled!), I went to an adult party, and tasted my first piece of chocolate.  It was given to me by my mother’s dear friend, and I laid it on my tongue and savored it.  As the story goes, I walked up to my mother and stuck out my tongue to show her what I had just found.  It was delightful, and my life was forever changed.  Until I was 15 years old and I decided to “quit” chocolate cold turkey a week before Halloween.  I was a much stronger person then.  Now I don’t even have enough self control to not call someone I shouldn’t be calling, or press send on an email I wish I didn’t send.  Sometimes, don’t you wish you could rescind that email before/after it was read?  Like “poof!” it disappeared! How did that happen? … I hope someone reads this blog post and writes that app… because if anything, it would be an iphone app, right?  But I digress, this “non-chocolate” phase lasted until Valentine’s day 2007, when my boyfriend tricked me into eating some after I got into college… that was a good day. 

I made these for family Hannukah party we held on Christmas Day many months ago.  It seemed a bit sacrilegious to be celebrating Hannukah on Christmas, when we should have been celebrating Jewish-Christmas (i.e. Chinese food and a movie).  I went back to the kitchen just to wash my hands, and when I returned, “poof!” they disappeared… if only my emails could do that… Read the rest of this entry »

Truth be told, these cookies are not as delicious as I had hoped. I had hoped they would have been a bit more gooey and pliable, instead of crunchy. They have good flavor, and they look beautiful (and isn’t that really what’s important?) but they just didn’t quite please me. They pleased everyone else though, as they gobbled them right up, way ahead of the store bought variety (although jon points out: “they were homemade by somebody!”).  so perhaps it was my innate uneasiness that was not placated by chocolate chip cookies.

Perhaps it was the strange uneasiness I felt due to my upcoming life changes; or perhaps it is because I am a bit of a cookie snob, having matured around the undeniably delicious cookies from levains bakery? And yes, you’re right, these would make perfect cookies for an ice cream sandwich, but for me, they just weren’t right. 

I think that goes with the territory though: they’re called “newlywed chocolate chip cookies”. new couples, old couples, all couples, face situations and overcome disputes and challenges that were unexpected, and not quite perfect. For example: my father bought a child size shirt for his own wedding: an unexpected obstacle indeed! some disputes actually make for a great ending: like the chocolate and salt in this cookie. Perhaps they weren’t right because im not a newlywed? I had hoped it wouldn’t matter that I am a singleton, but perhaps they only make sense when you have someone to share them with? perhaps I should have made them for my boyfriend? Maybe then I would soon be a newlywed instead of a not-likely-to-soon-wed? would it be too creepy to anonymously mail him a box of cookies? (don’t answer that).

There are lots of reasons why these cookies may have not been as comforting as I had wanted them to be, but looking back, their memory will be perfect, as they were shared amongst the best of friends:   I will always have fond memories of these cookies as the crumbs that flew out of my mouth when I giggled uncontrollably at the ridiculous clues we were given when playing the 20 (or infinity) questions car game for ru paul (a woman known for her hotness who is thirty five years old-ish); the cookies we ate around the bonfire after gorging on hotdogs; the cookies wy ate in the back of the minivan while making cookie monster noises; and the cookies we ate while playing ping pong in greg’s garage, like old times.  great times.

I will make these cookies again as nostalgia for these great times with friends; I will make them for ice cream sandwiches; and I will likely make them one day for a boy. and maybe, one day as a newlywed. and maybe, hopefully, then, they will be perfect.

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