Translation from the Hebrew: "for a good year." It's what those of us who celebrate Rosh Hashanah wish each other. I always begin the holiday by having dinner here for my kids and grands, preceded by cooking and baking for several days. After all, what is a holiday without food??? Brisket, noodle kugel,and this year I roasted two chickens: one with pomegranate and mint and the other with orange juice, honey, and cumin. Multiple desserts, wine, and lots of laughter and noise. No pix of food, but I managed to take a few of the grandkids before the evening was over.
Josh, Ben, and David at the table.
Emma with Jake. Notice her fake smile.
Emma with Josh -- another fake smile.
This morning I am cleaning up the dishes and pots from last night and then sewing sleeves and labels for the rest of the day. With the Jewish New Year, autumn has arrived with rain, making everything look extra green as the trees are also beginning to don their red dresses.
Enough of this idle chit-chat. Off to find a needle and thread to sew those missing sleeves...