Shabbos–Day Ten

Tell us about your favorite childhood meal — the one that was always a treat, that meant “celebration,” or that comforted you and has deep roots in your memory.

Today’s twist: Tell the story in your own distinct voice.

“Aw c’mon dcms, there must be SOMETHING comforting from your childhood!”

“Well, I already told you about Passover and what a comforting tradition that was so I guess there’s only Shabbos, or Friday night dinner left.”

“Okay, tell me about it.”

“It was one of the most enduring traditions of my childhood.  It happened every week!  Ya couldn’t escape it!  Friday was Shabbos!  When I was very young up to about age 13 it meant going to Grandma’s across town to eat what she made.  It was just us four, Grandma and Grandpa, and the dog.  It was always good.  We always had Candle Lighting, except in Summer when it was so late, then the family would gather and we would do the prayers over the Challah and Wine.  My Grandpa and Dad would take a piece of Challah and say the Motzi and then put some salt on it and eat it.  Then we started eating.

There was always a first course.  Usually it was chopped liver or cold turnip salad with Challah.  I didn’t like either much, but the liver was better for me because the turnip salad was bitter.  Of course I loved the homemade Challah with white raisins.

Then we’d get to business and the main course.  It usually was some kind of chicken but Grandma also baked beef sometimes and occasionally did a “milk” Shabbos with tuna casserole as the main dish.  We’d also get cold salad and a hot vegetable and kugel.  I liked every kind of kugel except potato.  Sometimes it would be rice kugel or noodle kugel which were both sweetened with fruit and cinnamon.  Potato was plain and there were no condiments to put on it.  Sometimes we’d get pickled green tomatoes my Grandma put up from her tomatoes.

After that there was dessert, the best part.  Most times she would bake some kind of cake:  either banana or marble cake or even a pie.  With a milk meal it would be coffee cake.  Sometimes there would also be fruit salad or even in summer, Grandma’s version of ice cream made with Coffee Rich, usually strawberry flavored.  For a beverage, it was usually Swee Touch Nee tea and sometimes coffee.

The best part however, was being together at the end of the work/school week and talking.  If it was Summer, we’d retire to the patio to talk till it got dark.  If it was Winter, I’d go with the ‘rents and my sister would stay over and go to shul with Grandma.  I had allergies at her house and could not stay the night even though I tried a few times.

After the dog passed I would stay at her apartment she later got for the whole weekend for a few years.  Then it would just be Grandma and I eating the Shabbos after my folks got into it with her one Friday.  My sister came to these dinners also if she wasn’t out of town at college or at her job.  At the end it was just Grandma and I.  The food would not be finished so we would eat the rest for lunch the next day.

All those days are gone now.  Everything is gone now.  Only my sister and her family are left alive and she does not talk to me.

“Wow, dcms, Shabbos was a real stable part of your young life.”

“It sure was.  I probably turned out better than I would have if not for those family traditions to keep me somewhat grounded.”


Finally Food

If a restaurant were to name something after you, what would it be? Describe it. (Bonus points if you give us a recipe!)

Finally something I could write about:

I love food, big surprise.

A perp had an idea, call the sandwich “I am the cheese” because the cheese stands alone. Stuff it, perp. I read the synopsis of the book, too. Very sad.

When I was a kid my 1st grade teacher took out a can of “teeny weenies” called vienna sausage.  I was so jealous.  I wanted a can of teenie weenies every day for lunch.  I guess there is a sandwich for that.  Once when I was a volunteer cook I made a dish with teenie weenies sticking out to show my ire…it was based on something that would appear on James Lilek’s site.  I actually served it.

eat it I made it for you
Here’s dinner you ingrates


A typical sandwich you could name after me is the quesa-whatever. Take a huge tortilla and put cheese and whatever else you have in the kitchen on it and melt. You could include cilantro, fried or raw onions, tomato, canned beans. leftover steak, chicken, etc.

Another sandwich could be the dcms2 War Sandwich. We are all in a War and this old sandwich is pretty sad. It was bread, mayo and raw onion due to meat shortages. They could fancy it up by grilling the onions and adding sundried tomato mayo and sweet potato fries along with a giant wartime Mountain Dew (with sugar) and a pint of whatever ice cream you choose.

If it was a deli, hmmmm. It would be on black rye. Swiss, avocado and egg on black rye with sweet potato fries and a waiter with a bad attitude.

End of Bible Study

estherI’m finally ending 2 1/2 year Bible Study I started after J Vernon McGee ended his last “Bible Bus”. I’m in the Book of Esther. The last book of the Old Testament. I finished the New Testament part of the Study months ago. The Bible is sort of lopsided, there being over twice as many Old Testament books and many more pages than the New Testament.

Anyway, the Book of Esther is one of my favorites since it is the story of a bully and how a nice peasant girl is risen up to be Queen via a contest of all things only to be given the responsibility to save her people (the Jews) when the bully decides to curry the King’s favor to get him to make an order to kill all Jews.

Esther fasts for three days then comes to the King (Xerxes) unbidden even though she might risk death doing so.  The King has mercy and lifts his scepter and she is able to make her request:  a banquet for the King and Haman (the bully) to attend.  At the first banquet she requests a second banquet and at the second banquet she spills the beans and tells the King that Haman is plotting against her people.  The King becomes enraged and hangs Haman (some people call him an early day Hitler) on the gallows he had made to hang Esther’s cousin, Mordecai.

After that, the King makes an edict that states that if anyone attacks Jews on the day that was set apart to do this (sometime in our February) the Jews could fight back.  God strengthened the Jews and many joined them and the day became a feast instead of a slaughter…a feast still celebrated today with food, drink and costume parties:  Purim, or the feast of the Pur, or lot, since Haman had cast lots to determine the “right” day to kill the Jews.

How does this apply to me?  To us?  The bullies are the perps and are headed by the elite “Haman” people.  The people prayed and fasted as one along with the Queen and God heard them.  The enemy, Haman, along with his TEN sons hung on gallows right in front of their house!  I pray often that the snare the enemy has set for me that he will fall into.  The Book is about that and also how God found it in His Mind to redeem His people even though they were captive in a strange land due to their sin.

The Hamans are all over and although we once thought we were citizens we are strangers in a strange land we find out with few if any rights.  May the Lord use the weapons and snares the perps determine against us against them.

The strange thing is, is this did not have to happen.  Saul was supposed to kill all the Amalekites but he failed to do that and this man was a descendent of this “devoted” tribe (devoted by God to be killed) and was hot for revenge against the Jews.  Some of us might be targets due to past mistakes which are now blown up out of proportion and added to to create a monster in the perps’ imaginations.  The perps want us to concentrate on the past and to feel like dog shit for it. Now is the time to put away the guilt of past mistakes and repent to God for them then pray for our deliverance from these modern day Hamans.

Used to get outta here

Tell us about the farthest you’ve ever traveled from home.


The furthest I’ve been from home is….Scotland.  I went the year I got targetted, right before it began.  It was a graduation gift from my Grandma for graduating college.   My sister netted two cars and a trip to the Middle East for graduating HS and college.  I was happy to get anything.  It was kind of a shitty tour because most of it was seen from a bus and anything really fun or interesting was “extra” and my Grandma was not willing to pay an extra (exhorbitant) 45 pounds to see the Crown Jewels in London or to go eat Haggis in Scotland.  (not Kosher anyway).  Any side trip was extra.  If we got off the bus to see any attraction there was always a “gift shop” at the end…I got so tired of seeing the inevitable gift shops and all the crowds. Scotland was a little better:  the people were not rude and I got to climb this tower.  It was so narrow at the top only one person could go by.  It was sort of scary.  We also went to a lake in Scotland and saw Sir Walter Scott’s home.  Also we stayed in a small city besides Edinburgh (where we had a nice hotel for once) that coincidentally I had a regular on my blog that was from there.  He lived in the poor area of town and was perped all to hell.  They had some kind of wool mill there.

I felt perped in the small Northern city of Chester.  It was considered to be one of the “first” shopping malls as the ancient city had a two tiered shopping area.

I noticed a man in the crowd that seemed to be keeping track of me.  That year and the year before a few “odd” things had happened to me but nothing alarming.  It wasn’t until the late Fall of that year that I noticed that large group of much older people observing me like I was an animal in a cage at the local coffee shop that I went to to escape home, do homework and write letters (on paper!).

I have never really been anywhere since then.  I have mostly kept within 100 miles of my city (I call it the Prison) since then. I went to visit a person I thought was a ti about 100 miles away.  I have been to a small town maybe 150 miles away on a wildlife tour last year but it was only one night.

There was one exception:  I took one miserable SHORT trip to see my sister about a decade ago.  I spent most of the time in the hotel.  We did do Sabbath Dinner, that was the highlight of the trip.  I was never asked back, and, since 2005, we have not talked much and none since about 2008.

I don’t want to go as far as Scotland, but I want to explore the American Wilderness and camp all over the Rockies in multiple states, hike the Appalachian Trail and go deep into the desert to try and lost the perps. LOL.  I still want the magic cabin where only the people I want to come see me can come.  Literally, though, I would cross the Universe to escape the perps.

Lately, they have been all over me.