I wasn’t lying yesterday.
By 6:30 Julie and Violet had gone and the dishes were in the dishwasher.
When Liz came home she just sat at her place at the table and started eating. I did leave the food out. I had just found God as I do every September and being a good hostess is in the Torah so she knew her dinner would be there whatever time she got in.
I have to plan my day.
I like to do 6 things every day. Then I can feel that I’ve accomplished something.
Some days it’s easy. Make business calls or go to the dentist, you know, like that.
Other days I have to pad my list. Read Celebitchy, tape Dr. Phil, WATCH Dr. Phil.
Today is a hard day. It’s still Rosh Hashanah so I don’t want anyone who’s not Jewish seeing me doing something ungodly like going to Bloomingdales. Whatever I do has to appear to have angel’s wings attached to it.
For example maybe I should be throwing away my old spices. I have a shelf of spices above my sink most of which I don’t use..
Unlike my mother before me who was strictly a salt, pepper, poultry seasoning and garlic powder kind of girl I have added oregano and basil to my repertoire.
Even though I’ve never used them, my spice shelf has rare herbs on it like fennel. What the hell do you put fennel in? Not that it matters. It’s been there since 1989 so the chances of it adding or detracting from any recipe is unlikely.
Besides I cook everything so long that flavor is only a distant memory in any of my dishes.
I just finished my list with “Think about throwing away your spices”
Whew! That felt good.