I had a short week. My brother came on Sunday from Pittsburgh and left on Monday morning -- so naturally, Monday seemed like a weekend day. Delete.
The rest of the week I have spent literally at the dining room table, sorting through the never-ending photos and papers that my mother has kept since the 1930's...and papers of my grandmother's that she has kept. It has been a world of memories and discoveries. I found a copy of my grandmother's birth certificate. Not only was her actual birthdate a day later than she celebrated, but her mother's maiden name was totally different than she had told me. My great-great grandmother was married twice and my great-grandmother was from the first husband, who died. It was the second husband's name that Nanny told me. Nope!
I have also been cooking for Rosh Hashanah, which begins Sunday night. Family dinner at this house (if I succeed in clearing the dining table, as above). My children and grands and my mother will be here to see the Jewish New Year in with me. Because we want a sweet year ahead, we will have apples and honey at the beginning of the dinner. Challahs are sweet, too - and round at this holiday, instead of braided.
There are several possible reasons, as I discovered when I did a little searching...
Round challahs are unique to the High Holiday season. Some say they represent a crown that reflects our coronating God as the King of the world.
Ha - the last time I baked a challah for New Year's, my children told me they liked the store-bought one better. I am just irked enough to try it again.
Have I done my art all week? Nah. But tonight I have auditioned a few backgrounds for a piece I have been working on. These are two of them - but I am far from finished doing tryouts.