Saturday, May 14, 2011

Passover through Mother’s Day 2011

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In April, we spent most of our weekends in Baltimore and DC. We helped Ari repaint his front door and stain a tea cart/wine rack to match his kitchen cabinets. We shopped for annuals to refill his outdoor flower pots and rejoiced in the arrival of spring further south, where the growing season began a few weeks earlier than at home. We served as surrogate parents for Izzy at a religious school program celebrating her class’s finishing of their book, while Jess and Alex were teaching. We thoroughly enjoyed chasing Yona around the building while waiting for the program to start, and we helped Izzy decorate cookies in class. Afterward, Jess and I went shopping in her well-stocked, nearby, supermarkets for Passover supplies, including Seven-Mile Market, a totally kosher Superfresh-size supermarket. We also spent some time at the Cherry Blossom Festival in downtown DC. The proceeds this year were to be used to benefit the Japanese victims of the tsunami. Ari bought a large Japanese print on handmade paper with an artist’s depiction of the train system in Japan and the highlights of the countryside at each station. We took it to be framed at Michael’s in Silver Spring and had some other things framed as well, including a special fabric rendering of a temple that he purchased in Tokyo. This was specially framed at a do-it-yourself framing place in DC.

The week before Passover was spent kashering my kitchen for Passover so that I could prepare certain dishes and desserts for our seder, Faith’s seder, and for the upcoming 10 days that we would be spending in Baltimore/DC. I made seven sorbet flavors this year. The most exotic was fresh guava. The others were grapefruit, strawberry, mango, blood orange, lemon, and banana. I tried two new recipes this year with great success, vegetarian Passover meatballs, and Passover strawberry rhubarb pie. I made Passover potato knishes, Passover egg noodles, chocolate almond bars, and mocha mousse crepes with raspberry/currant sauce. I made lots and lots of Passover rolls using half whole-wheat matzoh meal but, other than when they were crispy and hot out of the oven, they were pretty heavy and I think I will go back to using regular matzoh meal entirely next year. I made a lemon pudding and layered it with egg noodle crepes and fresh sliced bananas and strawberries to make a torte that was delicious, but the texture needs a little more work before I can post the recipe. I bought Mother’s margarine to use, remembering what a wonderful product it was years ago. I will never buy it again, as it was so full of water that there were tiny wet pockets in the sticks and the texture of the mousses was not right because of it. I am so tired of paying high prices for inferior products during Passover. The one bright note was the jams from the Israeli brand, 778, which put to shame the top brands of jam made here, such as Polaner’s and Smuckers.

A few days before leaving, Saul attended a retirement party for our friend and his colleague, Ralph. I made a last-minute trip to the dentist because of a problem with heat and cold sensitivity, and the dentist told me I would need a root canal as soon as possible. I scheduled one with the recommended endodontist for the Thursday after I was returning and took a complete dosage of antibiotics during the holidays. Also before leaving for the holidays, our Prius needed to be serviced to fix a problem with the headlights randomly going out. After Saul and I had breakfast across the street from the dealer, our car still needed a little more time and we decided to look at the new ones. To make a long story short, they made us an offer we couldn’t refuse, and within two hours, we had traded in the old one, drove home, loaded up the new, 2011 Prius, and drove in our brand new car (complete with up-to-the-minute traffic reports on the nav system) down to Baltimore. On Sunday evening, Saul and I drove home for the day so that he could teach his Monday classes. We drove back directly to the first seder in Baltimore on Monday evening. Within this month, we have put over 1,800 miles on our new car.

We took Sami and Izzy to sleep over at Ari’s house on the Friday night before Passover and Ari and I made Shabbat dinner there. I felt really badly because, through a misunderstanding with Jess, Yona had been expecting to come also and was wild when she discovered that she was not going in the car with the other two girls. On Sunday, I spent a few hours kashering Ari’s small kitchen for Pesach. I brought my mixer and Cuisinart to DC, along with pots and pans, dishes, and utensils for the holiday. Cooking in Ari’s small kitchen was, surprisingly, a pleasure. There was plenty of counter space and storage space, and everything was right within my grasp for convenience.

Our last seders in Baltimore at Jess and Alex’s were incredibly enjoyable for me. Izzy bathed Inky, the house was spotless, and I did not suffer badly from my allergies as I have in the past. Alex produced a beautiful, full-color family haggadah especially designed for all of us, which made the seder festivities all the more enjoyable. His sister, Naomi, brought new baby Talia Madeline the second night and we were joined by some of her friends and her husband, Matt’s, parents. Neri stayed with Ari all throughout the holidays and joined us for the seders as well. Also present were Alex’s mother, Elaine, our friend Elaine, Alex’s brother and sister-in-law and their children, Aaron, Stacey, Jacob, Lilly and Zach, Stacey’s parents, Aunt Ruth and Anne, her son, Max, and a girlfriend. Sami, who has been studying Greek mythology at school for a while, decided that the theme of our seder this year should be a “satyr seder,” and she fabricated an assorted bunch to decorate the table to accompany the usual toy frogs that keep us amused during the evening. This type of word play from a ten-year-old proves that she is definitely my father’s great-granddaughter. As usual, Alex prepared an assortment of delicious soups, the best matzoh balls on the planet, a delectable assortment of appetizers and salads (karpas) to stave off hunger during the early parts of the seder, and an incredible array of grilled and stewed meats and turkey, accompanied by many side dishes. I, of course, provided desserts. The horseradish root Saul dug out of our garden (which had originally come from Uncle Stef’s garden almost forty years ago) was unusually strong this year and just about gave all of us heart palpitations. We had a good laugh at each other’s encounters with the bitter herb. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves very much through the evening, including all the children.

Jamie and Andy with Presley slept over at Ari’s later in the week on their way down to Myrtle Beach to vacation with Andy’s family. We went to the National Zoo together and had a marvelous day. The animals were all very active and interesting, probably because of the beautiful day and temperate weather. A giant octopus zoomed up to the glass in its aquarium and freaked out Presley whose face was only a few inches away. She told us it was her favorite part of the day. Afterward, I made us all a dinner of warm Passover popovers filled with scrambled eggs, creamy sauteéd mushrooms, and cheese. Accompanied by veggie meatballs, steamed asparagus, and finishing with our chocolate desserts, the meal was quite satisfying. In the morning, I made fried matzoh two ways, my family’s traditional scrambled style topped with sugar, and Saul’s family’s traditional pancake-style matzoh brei with salt and freshly ground pepper. Jamie and Andy left on their journey right after breakfast.

A couple of days after we returned home following Yizkor services on the last day of Pesach and lunch cleaning up leftovers with Jess and Alex and the girls, it was time for me to face the dreaded root canal. There were just a few seconds of intense pain as the endodontist began his work and discovered that I needed more anesthetic.  Then, in the middle of the process, he decided that my tooth was cracked so far down that he could not save the tooth and that it would have to be extracted. At my request to have the process over and done with as soon as possible, he sent me to the offices of an oral surgeon downstairs in the same building. Designated an “emergency,” I waited over two hours with a cavernous hole in the tooth and the fear that the anesthetic would wear off before they could see me. It didn’t. When I was treated, though, I needed a whole new set of anesthetic needles for the extraction, a process which wound up taking only a couple of minutes despite the fact that the tooth broke into pieces as it was being removed. I was given prescriptions for major pain killers. Beth picked them up for me at the pharmacy that evening, but I slept through the trauma of it most of the afternoon and the entire evening. It was the day after the incredible tornado damage in the south and we were under a tornado watch here also. The weather was frightening, dark, very windy, and with torrents of rain, but luckily, the tornadoes bypassed us. I am lucky also that the tooth is in the back and the hole is not obvious. Saul was at school from early in the morning, until late in the evening that day, so I had to face the whole ordeal without his moral support. I am still trying to decide how best to deal with the hole.

Jess came down late that evening, slept over and went to pick up her mother-in-law and her sister, Shirley, early the next morning while Saul and I waited for the early delivery and assembly of our new bedroom furniture, which we love. After touring some very promising houses in Cherry Hill, where we rendezvoused with Jess, Elaine and Shirley, we were back on the road to Baltimore. Sami was playing the lead role of Phaedra in the play by Euripedes at her Waldorf school. She had quickly memorized over 300 lines of very obscure text and a series of dance-like movements to perform. I think she may have a talent for acting. Jess then delivered Elaine and Shirley to Aaron and Stacey’s home and we continued on to Ari’s home where Jess and Alex, the girls, Naomi, Matt, Talia and us were all to meet and have Shabbat dinner together. Alex had leftover entreés from Passover, veal, ribs, and stew, mashed sweet potato, soup, and desserts. I brought challot from the freezer. Ari had wine and grape juice. We had a very lovely and laid-back Shabbat evening together.

The next day was Talia’s baby-naming at Adas Israel in Washington. It was a gloriously beautiful spring day. We drove over to the shul and Alex easily walked the mile-and-a-half distance. The service was lovely, the synagogue impressive, and the oneg Shabbat luncheon afterward ample and delicious. We went back to Ari’s to change into more comfortable clothing and then headed off for Matt’s parents’ home about 5 miles away where a further celebration was taking place. Alex stayed at Ari’s for the afternoon. The catered menu was all vegetarian and very tasty and the weather was so beautiful that everyone hung around for hours, schmoozing outdoors, and watching the many children who were present playing games in the backyard. Back at Ari’s, Saul and I napped away the rest of the afternoon while the kids hung out in front of the t.v. Unfortunately, Yona refused to nap and was very overstimulated and cranky. They all went home as soon as Shabbat was over. We set out for home rather early on Sunday as Saul had been fighting a really bad cold for several days and wanted to get to bed early in order to tackle his overloaded last regular week of school. He only began to feel better after a trip to the doctor and a few days of taking antibiotics. We picked our friend Larry up from Philadelphia airport on Wednesday evening. Larry had been in Italy on a Grand Circle tour for the past three weeks and Saul had covered some of his classes. Thursday morning, I attended Faith’s class and then met Roxy at P.F. Chang’s in Warrington for lunch. She treated me for my birthday, which was two months ago, but it was the first time we were able to get together.

There wasn’t much of a breather for us, either, with Mother’s Day and Yona’s birthday celebration falling the following Sunday. In addition, I was about to meet and entertain Carl and Kelly (Ken and Randi’s good friends) this past Friday for Shabbat dinner. Never having met them before, and they never having experienced a Shabbat dinner, I wanted to make sure that the house and food were especially presentable. During the week I baked the cakes for Yona’s birthday and went shopping with Saul to pick up the supplies I would need for this past weekend. We bought herbs and flowers to replenish our dead planters on the deck, while Danny, Erica’s husband, made the rest of our landscape impeccable with his new landscaping business. I worked in the garden and finished getting it ready for planting. My arms are still aching today from the unaccustomed combination of garden weasel, large outdoor push broom for cleaning up the deck, and vacuum cleaner. In between, I was readying the girls’ rooms for Camp Bubbie and Saba, which will begin officially on June 12 this year. Shabbat dinner was very enjoyable this week. Larry and Faith joined us. Carl and Kelly were just as wonderful a couple as Ken had told us, and we enjoyed having them immensely. For dinner, we had homemade challah; two soups, cold strawberry and leek and Cope’s dried corn soup; two salads, Israeli and Caesar; deviled eggs, guacamole (made with fresh herbs from the planters), tuna and escolar (which Ken grilled perfectly on the Weber charcoal grill); salt-rubbed baked potatoes with sour cream and fresh chives from the garden; fresh blueberry pie with whipped cream and chocolates that Faith brought for dessert. Ari sent me a bouquet of flowers on Friday for Mother’s Day.

Ari brought Izzy up with him on Saturday evening because Sami had a birthday party to attend. Izzy helped me make icing for Yona’s Noah’s Ark birthday cake. We all headed off to King Buffet for a late dinner, and Izzy was so tired that she couldn’t wait to go to bed. Ari helped me decorate the cake and clean up and then we all went off to bed. Izzy, Saul and I got up early Sunday morning to get the house and deck ready for company. Ari got up a short time after that. Jess and Alex arrived with Sami and Yona about 9 a.m. bearing flowers and about an hour later, sent me off to shower and change. By the time I had finished, everything had been set up beautifully for the party and the guests had begun to arrive. Beth did not join us this year as Paul had surgery in Kentucky on Friday and she had spent the weekend there. Ken and Randi, and their kids got together for a brunch themselves in Collingswood. Ken and Randi joined us later in the afternoon. Adele and Larry came bearing bagels, Danny and Erica with Brenna and Ava, cousin Bob, Aunt Ruth, Anne and Ben, and our friend, Larry were here. While we were out cleaning the deck, we said hi to Ilsa and Manuel, Beth’s friends who had come to take care of her dogs. We invited them to join us and they went home to shower and came back bearing flowers also. At my kids’ and husband’s requests, I did not make as elaborate a spread this year. We had: bagels, lox, whitefish salad, herring, cream cheese, deviled eggs, sliced tomatoes, onions, radishes, peppers, romaine lettuce, Comté cheese, cheddar, brie, sliced assorted cheeses like American, Colby and Jack (Anne brought a delicious farmhouse artisan cheese called Vermont Thunder) Israeli salad, guacamole, strawberry soup, orange and apple juice, coffee and tea, and cake and assorted flavors of ice cream. The Noah’s Ark cake was made of mocha-cooked-frosting-covered chocolate medallion cake, topped with a date bread frosted with vanilla butter cream icing. I used graham crackers to make the roof of the ark.

Ken and Randi arrived after most had gone home and hung around for awhile in the afternoon. They had eaten too much during their brunch to want dinner. When Beth arrived from the airport, she joined us and we had dinner at the Metropolitan American Diner. Then Jess and Alex left with the girls for home. Ari picked up some laundry he had done here and headed for home as well a few minutes later. I straightened up the house a bit and Saul and I went off to bed, trying to rest up for the final week of this semester.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Early April Showers, Late Passover

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Once Purim is over, my life is usually a headlong rush to prepare for Passover. Even though Jess and Alex have taken over the larger responsibility of hosting family and friends for the seders, the inevitable task of cleaning the whole house, particularly the kitchen, and changing dishes, utensils, and pots and pans so that I can make desserts and other assorted items for the week is topmost on my mind. This is not a complaint.  I actually enjoy the rhythm of my Jewish lifestyle. I like it when everything is different for a while, and Pesach certainly fills that bill. There is no reaching for a familiar spoon or coffee mug. Even though it is a tremendous amount of work to clean, I love when all is finished and I can get to work cooking and baking, barefoot, on my silky, Murphy’s-oil-polished, crumb-less hardwood kitchen floor.

During the last week of March, we celebrated Faith’s birthday with Larry by dining together at Bonefish Grill. Faith and my mother had always shared a late-March birthday. The food was wonderful and very reasonably priced. Saul and I began by sharing a large, appealing ahi tuna appetizer and then could not begin to finish our gigantic and tasty portions of flaky, tempura-battered fish and chips. Saul and I had the leftovers for lunch during the next two days. We also joined Larry during the week for the early-bird dinner at The Fireside Grill in Ambler.

The weather has been mostly awful these last few days of March and first few days of April. On the first, we awoke to a constant flutter of the largest snowflakes I have ever seen. I was very happy that we had stopped the previous afternoon to pick up a bunch of perky sunflowers for Shabbat. Looking at the unseasonable weather through the vase full of sunflowers on the kitchen table, we enjoyed the peace and beauty of the snowfall, but felt hopeful that spring would be arriving soon. The inch-high coating on our deck as we ate breakfast, gave way later in the morning as it melted, to what looked like water-ice on the ground. Eventually, it disappeared completely as the sun peeked through in the afternoon. Saul and I puttered with a wonderful cheesecake recipe I developed to try to use up a barely-started, three-pound block of cream cheese before Passover. After getting my challah dough ready, we went on a bunch of errands together to the bank and to drop off our income tax to our accountant. Ken and Randi were supposed to bring their friend, Carl, for Shabbat dinner this week. His wife was attending a brother who had open-heart surgery. Late in the morning, Ken called to say that Carl had begged off because he was sick with a nasty cold. Saul and I both enjoyed the preparations for dinner and the cheesecake came out absolutely wonderful. We were joined for dinner by Larry, Faith, Beth, Ken and Randi. Randi brought a crisp and fruity pinot grigio from Bartenura. For dinner, we had homemade challah; deviled eggs; leek and Cope’s dried corn soup;  Israeli salad; baked steelhead trout with lime, caramelized onion, and fresh ginger; and spinach ravioli. The fresh blackberry cheesecake dacquoise for dessert was exquisite and delicious.

On Saturday evening, we were invited to dinner at the new condo apartment of our friends, Mort and Elsa. After over a year of tribulations trying to sell their beautiful, prominent architect-designed home in this terrible market, they were finally comfortably ensconced in their new condo which has sweeping views encompassing sunrise from one terrace, and sunset from another. This was accomplished with a great deal of aggravation and expense even months after the sale of their house had been completed. Elsa unfolded a tale for us, before dinner, of the complicated shenanigans of the new buyers which had undoubtedly sapped much of the joy out of beginning their new life together in their cozy condo. I was feeling very grateful that I can turn my attentions to settling back into my own home after the stress of having it on the market, on-and-off, for over a year. Mort and Elsa had also invited their friends, Sue and Andy, whom we had never met. Later in the evening we discovered that Jess had tutored their daughter, Colette, for her bat mitzvah when Jess and Alex still lived and worked in this area. My cheesecake did double duty on Saturday night also, as I persuaded Elsa to let me bring dessert. With everyone so health and weight conscious these days, no one wants to eat more than a sliver or take home tempting leftovers. Saul and I are in the same boat, so we were delighted to see our efforts spread around and the cake did not go to waste or waist. We had a delightful evening dining with Mort and Elsa and their friends and reminiscing about the highlights of our 25-year friendship.

On Sunday, because the weather looked good when we awoke, we decided to go to visit Saul’s mom at Lion’s Gate. Monday was her eighty-third birthday. The one-hour journey to see her was fraught with tension, as we did not know in what condition we would find her. On our last visit, she had been moved to a more intensive unit than the Alzheimer’s unit, Safe Haven, where she had been originally, and Saul, although he had expected it, had been shocked that she no longer recognized him as her son. This had caused him more than a few restless nights. We found her in the community room just as we entered, sitting in a chair, holding a lifelike baby-doll dressed in pink and wrapped in a small towel. Her face lit up at the sight of us, even though she did not really recognize us. She first said to me  “I know you and I like you.” To Saul, she said, “I think you come from Rachova (her pre-Holocaust hometown), and I think you can speak Yiddish.” They conversed about how she was feeling in a polyglot of languages, she mostly answering in English with a smattering of Yiddish. She had no complaints, no concerns and was not in any pain. Her ankles were not nearly as swollen as they had been on previous visits. We had discussed, ahead of time, that we would not trouble her with any questions that might make her uncomfortable. She looked in good condition, one of the few present who were not confined to a wheelchair, and with her hair still dyed her preferred shade of blond. She was also holding a chocolate-flavored energy drink in a box with a bendy straw. She seemed to have forgotten what to do with a straw as she kept taking it in and out of the box, usually placing it the wrong way in, and did not drink from it even when we encouraged her. Even though the facilities are lovely and comfortable, the time dragged as we struggled to find topics for pleasant conversation considering her impaired capacity. An almost comatose woman in a wheelchair several feet from us made horrible, and apparently involuntary, repetitive moaning noises the whole time we were there, which we tried desperately to ignore. A younger woman, who appeared to have a severe case of Downs Syndrome, stood by me most of the time and patted my hair every so often. It was overwhelming to see so many human beings, devoid of most of their mental and physical capacity, being attended to by a staff that surely has a special place in heaven awaiting them for being able to do such a job day in and day out. When we arrived back home, we both napped for a few hours, so taxed had we been by the experience.

Yesterday, while Saul was off at school, I continued to clean and to move things around in the house to accommodate our move to the other master bedroom and to get ready for Passover. I have been shopping on-line and find the arrival of plush packages at our front door very soothing right now, especially a fluffy, Hungarian goose down comforter that was a dream to snuggle under last night.

This morning, I was awakened by the sound of torrential rain beating on the house. There is a possibility of severe thunderstorms and tornadoes. Forty-mile-an-hour winds and record cold temperatures are predicted for this afternoon. Rabbi Addison, who gained a new grandson last week, lost his 90-year-old father this week and we are planning to make a shiva call with Faith this evening.  It seems as though we have all grown old so fast. I am happy to have the strength and mental capacity to be able to shake my life up a bit. Passover encourages us to do just that and I am grateful for the obligation and opportunity. We don’t get to choose how our lives will end, but I would be happy to have the strength to prepare for and take care of others to the end of my days, and I don’t mind hard work and shaking up my life to do it.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Brrr! Out Like a Lion, Too

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Maybe my personal body thermostat has been reset by my idyllic vacation in Hawaii, but coming back to snow at the end of March is almost too much to bear. Just as it began to look as though we would have an early spring, the weather turned ugly.

We muscled and muddled through the first few days after our vacation, and then decided, at the last minute, that we were up to heading down to Baltimore/DC to celebrate Purim with the kids. Big mistake, as it turned out. Deciding to head directly to DC after school was over on Thursday, we got caught in a huge traffic jam caused by an accident just as we hit Delaware on I-95, and we set the GPS to detour us around it. The ride was pretty pleasant after that, and we arrived in DC at exactly the same time that Ari arrived home after having some drinks with friends after work. We had pho together for dinner in Columbia Heights. Afterward, we bumped into Matt and Naomi’s friend, Jeff, who lives nearby, as we exited the restaurant. We discussed his upcoming marriage, and we discussed Naomi; her water had broken with a pinhole leak, so we knew the baby would be coming soon. (In fact, she gave birth last night and Jess was on her way to DC this morning with Sami and Izzy to visit their new niece/cousin.)

The next day, Friday, Ari left early for work and Saul and I slept late. As Saul dug into school paperwork that had been neglected while we were on vacation, he began to feel a cold coming on. I dug into piles of laundry and cleaning that Ari had neglected while he was on vacation with us. By late afternoon, as we headed for Jess and Alex’s home for Shabbat, we all felt good about cleaning up and catching up, but Saul was beginning to feel really awful from the combination of head cold and broken rib. Coughing and sneezing made the pain worse. We were joined by Alex’s friends and assistants, Abbie and Isaac. Alex, as usual, made a wonderful dinner—a spicy soup, big salad, borekas and felafel. For dessert, we had homemade hamantaschen and the rest of the cocoa coconut almond cupcakes that the girls had made. Just before we arrived, Jess and Alex had told the girls that they would be moving. Izzy was excited, but Sami was tearful and Abby, who moved many times in her life, went in to talk with her one-on-one after Jessica had been with her alone for a while. The ride back to DC after dinner was long for Saul as his cold was worsening by the hour.

We were supposed to join the kids in Baltimore for Purim services and to see the kids in costume, but Saul was not up to the drive and Ari and I were both too tired. In the afternoon, Ari and I went out for a while while Saul rested. On Sunday, we had a late breakfast and we were on the road home by 3:00 p.m. We missed all the Purim festivities completely, I am sorry to say, and in retrospect, we should have stayed home and rested. At least we caught up with cleaning and paperwork and enjoyed Shabbat dinner together. Also, I had a chance to enjoy the crocuses and other spring bulbs that Ari and I had planted in his garden in the fall. The weather was beautiful and temperate in DC that weekend and belied the fact that more winter weather was on the way.

Saul’s cold was mostly gone by Tuesday and we began the process of moving our bedroom to the other end of the house where Mom had her master suite. Right before we left for Hawaii, we had ordered a Sealy Posturepedic king-size bed (which would not fit into our bedroom suite) on the last day of a sale at Costco. Beth, Adele and Larry came over and helped us move things around so that we could make room for it to be delivered. A few days after it was delivered, Saul and I went to Bed, Bath and Beyond to purchase everything we would need to sleep on it, as Saul was distinctly feeling the need for a better mattress in his (broken) bones. Last Friday, Saul and I went to The Home Show in King of Prussia, and afterward, went to look at bedroom furniture that Ari and I had liked at a store in Oaks, PA. I was still not sure about the furniture after viewing it a second time, and Saul liked it, but was not wowed either. For two days, I shopped online and looked at virtually thousands of pieces of bedroom furniture. In the end, I ordered the original set that I had seen, online. It was $150 cheaper than the price that the store had quoted me. We were joined for Shabbat dinner by Larry, Beth, Paul, and Faith. Saul and I did not returned from our wanderings until 5:00 p.m., so dinner was a last minute throw-together. We had defrosted homemade challah, leek and Cope’s dried corn soup, spring mix salad with pecans and craisins, defrosted homemade steelhead trout burgers, cheese ravioli with butter and parmesan, and steamed asparagus. For dessert, we had a butter cake that Larry brought, leftover hamantaschen, and leftover chocolate cake. We went to services on Shabbat morning at MBIEE, but knew that rabbi was away in Israel for the brit milah of his new grandson. We spent all day at home on Sunday so that Saul could get our income taxes done.
 
We have moved into Mom’s room piecemeal, but today I decided to begin moving all our clothing over. I hesitated to use Mom’s furniture, but now that I know a new bedroom set is on the way, I feel better about it. I have plans to change almost everything around eventually, so that it doesn’t feel so strange to be in Mom’s old room. Just as I was sitting on the bed, contemplating how relieved I was feeling about staying in the house, making improvements, and not selling it as I have been trying to do for almost two years, a realtor called to ask if I would be putting it back on the market soon. I was really relieved to tell him to forget it, although the wanderlust in me that drives me to shake things up all the time, feels a bit let down. How’s that for mixed emotions?! Am I the only one that feels this way? Most people my age seem to be either digging in their heels to keep everything as it has been in the past, or moving reluctantly to retirement communities. I still long for a complete change of scenery. Perhaps it is just my fantasy that is best left in my head.

Saul is on a trip to the U.N. today with classes from Chestnut Hill College. I have been putting off scanning more of my parents’ WWII letters until the weirdness of dealing with the room change has worn off, but I really feel compelled to get back to them.

Erica’s husband, Danny, had a terrible tragedy in his family this past week. His 33-year-old sister died suddenly, unable to breathe. She was soon to be married, and had just picked out her wedding dress the day before she died. Danny’s mother, who is confined to a wheelchair with MS, has been inconsolable, especially because her daughter had been a great help to her. Last I heard, they were not sure what caused the problem, but suspected an interaction of medications she was taking. The funeral is today.

Jess had to take their beloved dog, Zeke, to be euthanized by the S.P.C.A. a few days ago. He was very old for his breed, and has been very sick, on and off, for the past few months.

Passover is just around the corner and we will be going down to Baltimore for the whole holiday this year. Next week, I will be onto kashering my kitchen so that I can be out of Alex’s way while I prepare our special desserts and sorbets for our last Pesach in Baltimore. It appears that good things are in store for us, but given this late March wintry weather, and all the tragedies of this past month, including the tsunami in Japan, I am struggling to stay upbeat and remind myself that Spring, warm weather, and my seemingly perennial optimism for planning and planting a garden will be arriving soon.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Kauai Hawaii Tsunami Breakneckie Aaiiee!

Despite the ominous title, we had a fantastic time on our vacation in Kauai this month, so much so, that we are dreaming about buying a gorgeous B&B that we saw up the street from where we were staying. I fear it may be only a dream, though. We just learned that Alex has signed a contract with Temple Beth Sholom of Cherry Hill, and this part of the family will be moving closer to us this summer. I just celebrated another birthday during a fantastic dinner at Red Salt in Poipu, and I have serious doubts about whether Saul and I have the stamina left at our age to get started on a new life and business together. If only this had come up 10 years ago.

Our vacation adventure began very early in the morning on Thursday, March 3. Our initial flight to Phoenix on U.S. Air was out of Newark, NJ, and was due to leave at 6:30 a.m. Over and above the call of duty, our cousin, Anne, who lives about 15 minutes from the airport, volunteered to drive us there at 4:30 a.m. so that we could leave our car at her house for the ten days we would be gone. We were well-prepared and awoke at 3:00 a.m. to dress and load our two carry-ons and small suitcase into our car. We figured at that hour we would have clear sailing over the New Jersey Turnpike to Westfield. Were we wrong! Forty miles out from Anne’s house we came to a standstill in a divided one-lane section of the turnpike that was under construction behind a line of tractor trailers as far as the eye could see. Absolutely nothing was moving on our side of the entire turnpike. We just about had apoplexy thinking about losing our first class seats, to which we had been able to upgrade with air miles at the last minute, and our connecting flight in Phoenix, where we were due to meet up with Ari who was meeting us there for the flight to Lihue. We also were due to honor 5:00 p.m. dinner reservations at The Beach House with Ken and Randi, Randi’s cousin Scott, and her sister Lori along with her husband, Jules. Randi’s family was due to leave a few hours after we arrived. We called Anne to advise her of our situation and she was standing at the ready for whatever we needed to get to the airport by 6:30 a.m. After about 20 minutes at a standstill, we saw a triangle formation of police cars with flashers leading a wall of traffic down the other side of the turnpike. Then, gradually, our lane began to move. Desperately, illegally driving down the narrow shoulder for about a half mile, we were able to bypass a slow-moving line of semis that were just beginning to power up. Once we got past them, the traffic began moving incredibly quickly. We only lost about a half hour. Our flights were relatively on time; we made our connections meeting Ari as planned; our plane did not require de-icing; and two hours of turbulence over the ocean on the final leg of the trip only required one Ativan on my part. The movie was The King’s Speech, a good distraction from the turbulence. We picked up our car, drove to the condo, dropped our bags, and we all headed off for our reservations at The Beach House where we watched the sunset over Lawai Beach drinking exotic libations and eating exquisitely-prepared local fish. It always boggles my mind that all this can be done in the space of one 24-hour period. After dinner, the others left as scheduled for their flights, which were also turbulent, but thankfully, all arrived back home safe and relatively sound.

On day 1, we all slept late. Ken and Randi had begun to set the table for breakfast, but I convinced everyone that we should go out because I was planning later to shop for and prepare Shabbat dinner that evening. On an impulse, we decided to have breakfast at Yum Cha overlooking the golf course at the Grand Hyatt Resort. We were too late for breakfast, but convinced the staff to make us omelets as the lunch crowd began to filter in. Afterward, we headed to Costco to hunt down the makings of a memorable dinner. Saul bought a few more Hawaiian-made aloha shirts. Ari purchased a snorkel, which was not sealed in its plastic bubble particularly well, and on opening, smelled suspiciously like pot. Our two “challot” were yummy whole-grain artisan breads warm from the oven there. Stopping in Old Koloa Town on our way back, I picked up candles at the Island Soap Shop and an inexpensive, but gorgeous, bouquet of local flowers from the small Sueoka Market there. Randi and I prepared a sumptuous dinner, and the men, particularly Ari, cleaned up and loaded the dishwasher afterward. Sleeping in Kauai is a joy with subtle trade winds spurred on by lazy ceiling fans wafting through the bamboo-slatted window shades. The restful sound of palm tree fronds brushing each other outside in the breeze is as relaxing as listening to a gentle rain.

After such a good night’s sleep, we were up early in the morning on day 2, my birthday, to take a walk along the greenbelt to turtle beach and watch large sea turtles, some with a little one in tow, bobbing through the lapping waves and sticking their heads up in the rocky protected little cove. Returning, we set out to breakfast at the Kalaheo Café where we know there is a farmer lady who, once a week, puts out her freshly-picked veggies for sale. I purchased fresh basil, golden beets, and green and yellow string beans from her. We drove up into the hills to return a scarf that Millard’s daughter, Debbie, had left at the condo. Her windswept aerie overlooks breath-taking vistas of the valley below. How Ken and Randi came to know Millard is a legendary and hilarious family story that Ken wrote and actually had published in a local newspaper a few years back. I will try to get the archive and publish it here one day soon. Debbie wasn’t home and Randi left the scarf by the door. We spent the rest of the afternoon basking in the sun and swimming with the colorful and abundant tropical fish at Poipu Beach. I took a brief nap when we returned and then dressed for my birthday dinner at Red Salt. Ari, Randi and I shared a bottle of wine while Ken and Saul drank Arnold Palmers. The food can only be described as exquisite, not only meticulously presented, but succulent as well. My rather whimsical dessert was a root beer float and chocolate, chocolate chip cookie. The ice cream was house-made root beer flavor, presented with the locally-brewed and naturally-flavored vanilla cream soda, a switch on the usual root beer float. After dinner, we strolled around the lovely grounds of the hotel star-gazing by ocean side at the plethora of heavenly bodies accentuated by thousands of miles of light-less ocean.

On day 3, the trouble began. We arrived at 10 a.m. in time for our reservations for a wonderful buffet brunch at 22° North, which last year was Gaylord’s. Although everything but the name seemed the same, we were told that the new identity is meant to reflect that most of the ingredients used in the restaurant are locally-sourced from their own large plantation and farm. Stuffed from overindulging in brunch, Ken and Randi headed off to the condo while Saul soaked up the atmosphere in a comfy chair and Ari and I explored the small specialized gift shops housed in rooms on various floors of the old plantation. Ari purchased unique necklaces for the girls. The gift box contained an oyster, sealed in a plastic bubble and a silver necklace with a heart-shaped pendant in which you are supposed to insert the hidden pearl from inside the oyster. It seemed like a good idea at the time, very unique, interactive, feminine, and from the island of Kauai itself; in practice, as Jessica said sarcastically, “thanks for the new pets!” The girls were fascinated with their gift, but neither wanted to open the oyster, not to mention the fact that we were bringing oysters to a kosher home… on Shabbat!? In some other shopping at nearby Costco, Walmart, and Koloa Town we purchased sunglasses, flip flops, tea mugs, and a neat beach chair for Ari. When we returned to the condo, Ken and Randi were headed down to Brennecke Beach where Saul lost his wedding band last year. We put on suits and joined them there. The water was quite rough, perfect for the local children who were having a blast on their boogie boards on this beautiful Sunday afternoon. Saul and I waded in to cool off as the sun had become quite hot. We were standing in water just above my knees when a wave broke just over my head. I suggested to Saul that we get out as the water was quite unpredictable and that he has been a bit unsteadier since his stroke four years ago. As we began to wade out, Ari decided to come in and Saul joined him. Together, they were body surfing in deeper water when a rogue wave caught Saul, flipped him over, and bashed his head and right shoulder against the rocky bottom. He returned shakily to the beach chair, his forehead and cheek scraped and a bit bloody, and his neck and shoulder aching. We had the wonderful leftovers from Friday night’s dinner and Saul went to bed hoping that a hastily-purchased dose of Aleve would quell the pain by the next morning. He spent an awful night.

Day 4 for Saul and me was spent almost entirely in the Harry and Jeannette Weinberg Emergency Wing of the Wilcox Hospital in Kauai. We were shocked at the name because we knew of the philanthropy of the Weinberg family and knew some of their descendants in Baltimore. We just never realized how much their philanthropy extended to all of Hawaii. After I made us breakfast of mushroom and cheese omelets and taro pancakes with coconut syrup, Ken and Randi spent the day at the beach. I sent Ari away to explore, once he dropped us off at the hospital, telling him that I would call when we were done. After several uncomfortable hours in a neck brace with visits from various well-intentioned and pleasant hospital staffers, Saul saw a doctor, had an MRI and x-ray, and found that he had broken his top right rib. The neck brace was removed, and he was told that nothing is done to immobilize a rib. He was given an impressive choice of pain medication, and chose Tylenol with codeine. While at the emergency wing, he met two other men who had broken bones on Brennecke the same day. One younger man from Minnesota had broken a bone in his neck and did indeed need the neck brace. We met him on the parking lot of Walmart where we had all gone to get our pain pills. The other, much younger, man had broken two fingers on his right hand and his rented boogie board. The doctor we saw in the emergency room told us that the hospital employees call the beach “Breakneckie Beach,” and he said that he had almost killed himself there years earlier when he had first come to Kauai. Needless to say, having lost a wedding band and broken a rib there, we are not intending to return there for a third strike. While waiting the 45 minutes for the prescription to be filled, Ari, after beach-hopping all day, took us all for a ride up into the mountains in Kapa’a. We had dinner at the Barbecue Inn, an unassuming local down-home favorite in Lihue. We had soup, entreés of well-prepared fresh local fish, delicious sides, and a slice of one of their seven flavors of cream pies, all for $13.00.

On day 5, Saul rested. I made a breakfast for us of oatmeal with fresh papaya, and fresh pineapple taro pancakes. Ken is always happy to breakfast on the local tropical Anahola granola every morning. I also made some coconut tapioca. The rest of us took a morning walk down to Poipu beach and back. Then we put on our suits and spent the afternoon lolling on the beach. I got a bit of a sunburn, blotchy, because I had not been careful spraying on my sunscreen on such a windy day. I had been wearing my straw hat to protect my face during our walks, but Saul found a cobweb on it and brushed it away. I was afraid to wear it after that, especially since that evening, a small spider crawled across my cheek and freaked me out. I detest spiders, but they are appreciated on the island for their ability to eliminate mosquitoes and other harmful pests. Saul witnessed some excitement while home. Our neighbors were yelling and banging on their door. Their combination lock had broken and the whole family was locked in their condo until a locksmith arrived and managed to free them about two hours later. He said that, as far as he knew, that had never happened before. Late in the afternoon, when there was shade from palm trees and surrounding buildings, Ari, Saul and I spent some time in the condo’s pool and volcanic stone hot tub. While there, we had an interesting conversation with a family visiting from Alaska… really! We made sandwiches from our leftovers for dinner with whole grain bread, horseradish sauce, lilikoi (passion fruit) mustard, caesar salad, and creamy leftover flan from Costco.

Day 6 was preplanned to be our pilgrimage to Ke’e Beach on the northern part of the island. Saul, Ari and I awoke at 6 a.m. to get an early start. We had breakfast at the Olympic Café in Kapa’a where we spoke to Neri’s mom, Efrat, in Israel on the iPhone via Skype about her plans to come to the U.S. for Neri’s graduation in early June. There is a 12-hour time difference between Hawaii and Israel. There had been an earthquake off the coast of Japan a day or two earlier and we were surprised to find that the waves at the usually-placid, cove-like beach were roiling and wild, creating strong currents. The ocean was beautiful to watch, though, striking alongside the verdant Mount Makana, usually known as Bali Hai from the movie musical, South Pacific. We were surrounded on the sand by cheeky families of brilliantly-plumed feral roosters and chickens loosed on the island by a previous hurricane. They peck at any hint of a crumb and shelter in the exposed gnarly roots of aged trees foresting the edges of the beach. After a time, Ari and I went for a walk up the road looking for a phone signal on high ground between the steep volcanic mountains. We ventured a short distance into the Limahuli Botanical Gardens, but neither of us had brought our wallets along to pay for admittance. After two hours of exploring and taking photographs and videos, including of the mystical cave of Puff the Magic Dragon, we gave up on finding a decent phone signal and returned to the beach. Ken and Randi joined us there. Saul left with Ken and Randi after a few hours to find something to eat in Hanalei before our date with sunset on the elegant terrace of the St. Regis Hotel in Princeville. Ari and I, not hungry, remained behind to savor the beach for just a little bit longer. I began to realize that my two-hour walk with Ari sans hat had done terrible things to my previous day’s mild sunburn. I wished I had thrown a baseball cap into my suitcase beside the straw hat. Ari and I met Ken, Saul and Randi at the Hanalei Café as they were leaving and decided to stay and have a light bite also. We shared halves of two fish sandwiches, one a Hawaiian “lox and bagel” made with a cured local fish that was delicious, but only one thin slice. The real knockout was the fried mahi po’ boy. It was yummy! We rendezvoused at a condo that we had rented for the day in a retro building we had always admired when visiting the Princeville Hotel. We showered, changed, and enjoyed the striking ocean views from the top of the sheer cliff right outside our living room windows. An hour before sunset, Ari and I took the short walk, and Ken, Randi, and Saul drove to the Princeville St. Regis, where ensconced on the terrace with bar snacks and expensive, exotic tropical drinks in hand, we took multiple pictures of ourselves and the flaming sunset behind Bali Hai. Checking out the menu at the St. Regis, which was extremely pricey and not extremely interesting, we decided to slum it by going to Scotty’s Beachside BBQ on our way back south. We loved the warm and friendly atmosphere, local beer, food, and unique donut-like dessert, the puffasada, which we photographed and put up on “Foodspotting,” an app which was unfamiliar to the local restaurant owners, but which should really catch on in such a small place now that they are aware of it. Like the sunset, the day was practically perfect. Around 2:00 a.m. I awoke to the realization that my CPAP had stopped and I was gasping for air. I discovered that we were experiencing a power failure. I discovered that it was just as dark there with my eyes open as closed. Using my bedside iPhone for light, I looked outside to see if the whole neighborhood was dark, or just our condo. The whole neighborhood was dark and I wondered if the whole island was dark. I woke Ken and Randi because he sleeps with a CPAP also, but he was not awakened by the power failure because he also breathes through his mouth. I thought about the earthquake in Japan a few days earlier and wondered if other underwater quakes could have an effect on Hawaii’s power. The outage lasted for two and a half hours. I never learned what caused it, but it was only in our immediate neighborhood.



Day 7, Thursday, was Ari’s birthday. We traveled to the west side of the island and had a gigantic breakfast at Grinds. Just as a note, breakfast in Kauai usually includes big scoops of steamed rice. From there, we drove to Glass Beach where we collected a big bag of sea glass for Ari and for Sami, who remembered it from a few years ago, and asked me to bring her some. Then, we drove to Hanapepe and wandered around the quaint shops and artists’ galleries there. For my honey collection, I bought a gray, cutesy angel-shaped bottle of honey from bees belonging to the grandson of Duke Paoa Kahinu Mokoe Hulikohola Kahanamoku, also known as “The Big Kahuna,” the man who invented surfing. I was told by the shop owner that the dark honey is mostly from avocado flowers. Also, as a note, the avocados grown on Kauai are “to die for.” I finally bought a hat that I admired in the window of one of the shops. Randi had slathered my blistering nose with white zinc oxide ointment that I bought at a pharmacy across the street from Grinds, and I must have been a sight. Ken and Randi went on ahead to JoJo’s for shave ice, while we visited one of my favorite spots on the west side for local products, Ishihara Market. There, I found the elusive Kauai Island honey, more of the Duke’s grandson’s honey, and more taro pancake mix. We met at JoJo’s where I had a #4 Haupia shave ice (coconut) with macadamia nuts. Ari and Saul shared a #2. Ken and Randi went to look at some real estate, while we headed farther west toward the navy base and to revisit some of the beaches there. We could see Ni’ihau, the Forbidden Island, in the distance. Turning around, we gassed up the car in Ele’ele and met Ken and Randi to tour the house they were seeing. After an afternoon nap, we showered, dressed, and headed for Roy’s to celebrate Ari’s birthday. Roy’s has been exceptional these last two years. Saul and I each opted for two different tasting menus which provided a great adventure in dining. Randi, Ari and I polished off a bottle of wine. At the end of this beautiful evening, the waitstaff informed us about the huge 8.9 earthquake and ensuing tsunami in Japan. At first, we thought they were talking about the earthquake that had taken place a few days earlier. Then, they told us that a tsunami was expected to hit the island a few hours hence as a result, and that some people on the island were becoming unnecessarily alarmed and flocking to gas stations and convenience stores. They told us that many people weathered last year’s insignificant tsunami right at the restaurant because they were on high ground. They certainly appeared not to be terribly alarmed and seemed mystified at all the commotion that we later learned about by watching the news after our 10-minute ride back to the condo. My stomach did a flip immediately on hearing the news, however, because I knew that an earthquake of that size must have killed thousands, if not tens of thousands of people. Also, everyone who knows me knows that I have a recurrent nightmare about being underwater in pitch blackness so that I cannot tell which way is up. I have never taken a cruise for this reason and I also particularly hate flying over the ocean at night. Randi was shaken because she cannot even swim. The guys immediately pooh-poohed my idea of getting in our cars and driving up into the mountains until the threat was over. I had to agree for a few reasons. One, our condo was well out of the evacuation zone and on the second and third stories of our building as well. Two, the news media was urging anyone not in an evacuation zone to stay off the roads so that people who needed to evacuate could do so quickly. Three, our route would have needlessly taken us through low-lying areas where there was a chance we might have gotten stuck in traffic. Four, if there had been any devastation, we might be stuck in the middle of nowhere with no food or water.

When we returned home, it was about 10 p.m. and we began the countdown to the tsunami arriving at our shores at 3:07 a.m. by switching on the local news coverage. Watching intermittent coverage of Japan and seeing the devastating footage was very disheartening. We all felt that the local news coverage was very effective and informative, and there were no commercial interruptions the entire evening. My plan of action, which gave me the feeling I had some control and which all three men found laughable, was to move all of our drinks and fresh water and non-perishable food up into the bathtub on the third floor. I also filled whatever large vessels I could find in our kitchen with tap water and carried them upstairs. We could not fill up the bathtubs themselves because the stoppers were missing. On our third floor loft area were Ari’s bedroom with a queen-size bed, an open room with a queen-size bed, and a bathroom. I asked Ari if I could wait out the tsunami in his room. Everyone else went off to bed. Randi set her alarm to awaken them for 2:30 a.m. I was not able to fall asleep. We felt a bit incommunicado because the internet circuits were so busy we could not get a signal. Jess texted Ari about 2:00 a.m. as the East Coast was beginning to wake up and hear the news. He could not return the text and I went downstairs to use Ken’s business phone that he had set up and reached her immediately to tell her what we were doing. Then, Jamie called and reached Ari on his cell and, because she is pregnant and very emotional, I went downstairs again, awakened Randi, and put her on the phone with her daughter. At 2:30 a.m. I awakened Saul to come upstairs. Ken would not be budged from his bed and slept through the whole thing. In retrospect, he was the smart one. Ari would have slept through the whole thing, but was very annoyed that we all piled into his bed to watch the news for the last half hour and woke him. The news had remote live cameras pointed at a beach wall on the North Shore where the tsunami was supposed to strike first. Our island was to be the first in the chain of islands to be hit. The actual tsunami that we watched consisted of just a few waves that were slightly higher than normal and did not even manage to top the low wall. After about 20 minutes, we began to realize that it was over, everybody went back to bed, and I immediately fell asleep in Ari’s bed. I awoke just before sunrise and went back to my own bed. Later in the morning, I moved everything back to the refrigerator, and Randi dumped out the tap water and brought our pots and pitchers back downstairs.

On day 8, we went back to the Kalaheo Café for breakfast after checking to see if it was open. The waitress told us that they were doing a brisk business as many of the locals from evacuation areas had slept in their cars on mountain roads and were gravely in need of a good cup of coffee. The schools and beaches were closed on Friday. Ken and Randi went to Poipu beach anyway for the day. Saul, Ari and I were feeling peevish after our long night. Saul was in pain from the broken rib. I was still very sunburned. Ari was tired. We decided to go for a long drive and get lost on some country roads around the island. In our travels, we came upon little screen houses where farmers put out their produce and you leave money in the cans on the honor system. We bought bananas and a grapefruit/pummelo hybrid. We went to Costco again to buy provisions for Shabbat dinner, then, to the nearby farmers’ market at the soccer field near Lihue airport. We bought an assortment of exotic fruits there, including Saul’s coveted guavas, a mamey sapote, which Ken had greatly enjoyed the previous year, cherimoya, calamansi, rambutan, longan, and cream apples. For dinner we had caesar salad, pasta, seared sesame-crusted tuna, sauteéd mushrooms, glazed Brussels sprouts, steamed beans with roasted beets, and tapioca pudding and leftover flan for dessert.

Day 9 was to be our last full day on Kauai. We were cleaning up leftovers in preparation to move Ken and Randi to their condo on the North Shore where they were going to spend four days before moving back south to the Lawai Resort where they would be spending the rest of their vacation. We had all the usual—omelets, oatmeal, taro pancakes, and tropical Anahola granola. We spent several hours at Poipu Beach on a gloriously beautiful day. A covered picnic area was set up there for an elaborate birthday party for a child. They had a huge inflatable water slide, moon bounce, long white tents with long tables set with centerpieces of tropical flowers and vases with the child’s photo on them. The tropical fish were everywhere in the calm water. After a short time on the beach, I sat at a picnic bench in the shade of a palm tree and tried to soak it all in. Then, we broke camp and headed for the happy hour at Brennecke’s Beach Broiler across the street. Sitting on the open, porch-like second level overlooking the beach, Ari and I polished off two pitchers of made-from-scratch margaritas with a little help from Randi. We all shared a huge plate of nachos which were so delicious with their topping of house-made jalapenos, that we decided to order a second one. Also, we had meant to photograph it, but had forgotten. We were having such a good time, the second one was almost demolished before we realized we had forgotten to photograph it also. Saul, who is never embarrassed by anything, wandered off to shamelessly photograph another table’s order, but theirs was not nearly as pretty as ours because they had ordered everything on the side. We enjoyed our repast so much that it occurred to us that we had all the fixings except the special jalapenos among the leftovers that we needed to use up in the refrigerator, so they packed us up a little container of those and we set off for home. Ari and I walked back along the beautifully landscaped paths of the greenbelt that surrounded our condo area. I immediately took a nap when we returned, but awoke just as the final rays of sunset began to dwindle. I felt a little badly that I had missed it. Randi was busy preparing our third load of nachos. They looked and smelled yummy when they were baked, but only Randi and Ari had any appetite left even hours after we had eaten at Brennecke’s. Later that evening, we all began the packing process so that we could get started with the moving early the next morning.

On our last day, we managed to fit everything into Ken’s large vehicle so that we could return our own rental car to the airport (so as not to be charged extra) on our way north. We unloaded our luggage and paraphernalia at the absolutely beautiful condo that they would be using for four days, changed into bathing suits and cover ups, and headed off to breakfast at Kalypso Island Bar and Grill in Hanapepe. Our vista was of a long, narrow silver streak of a waterfall cascading down a huge green mountain in the distance. No photographs that we could take would do it justice. After breakfast, we lolled on my favorite beach, Ke’e, alongside Bali Hai feeling melancholy and trying to soak up the entire experience before heading off to the airport for our red-eye flights. Finally, tearing ourselves away, we returned to the condo, showered, and dressed for the flight into colder climates. The act of putting on shoes after a week-and-a-half in flip flops is very disheartening. Feeling queasy, I gazed at the beautiful views of cloud enshrouded verdant mountains from every window in the sumptuously-appointed apartment. For dinner, we ate at a very famous downscale joint near the airport, Hamura Saimin. Saimin is the Hawaiian version of Vietnamese pho, a big bowl of steaming noodle soup, perfect for settling a stomach with pre-flight jitters. Across the large communal table from us was a mother with three girls who were roughly the ages of our three granddaughters. They were a great distraction at a very discouraging hour. Ken and Randi dropped us off at the airport where we eventually found ourselves in a very crowded room. Ari and I sat on the carpeted floor while Saul wandered off to engage in conversation with some of the other passengers and eventually, he found a seat. Our plane’s departure was delayed about three times, but finally we boarded in just enough time to catch our connecting flight in Phoenix. For the first few hours, the flight was smooth and I was very grateful for that as we flew over the dark ocean. I again took pills as we hit turbulence for the last two hours before we reached Newark.

Anne was there to pick us up immediately, and we offered to take her out to dinner before heading home. Saul had only taken his pain pills at the beginning of our flight, so he was able to drive us home. We were famished as we had just had time to share a sandwich in Phoenix and had been flying for over eleven hours altogether (the flight home is considerably shorter than the flight there). As Anne drove us back, we came upon a very promising-looking restaurant that she had been wanting to try, BoulevardFive72 and we read very good reviews of it on Yelp as Anne parked the car on their adjacent parking lot. I think we were all unprepared for how elegant and upscale it truly was when we entered. In the end, I think of our experience there as a serendipitous finale to our Hawaiian vacation. The menu was intriguing and inviting with most entreés in the $18 to $30 price range, only $5 to $10 more than one would pay for dinner at a Red Lobster, for example. As tired as we were, it turned out to be a “wow” restaurant experience. The food was ample, gorgeously presented, and succulent. The ambience was warm, cozy, and elegant, all at the same time. The waitstaff was friendly, efficient, and professional without being stuffy. We were so happy that everything turned out as it did. When we finally got home, we literally dropped our bags inside the door and collapsed into bed. Saul needed to be up at 6:00 a.m. the next morning for school.

Monday, February 28, 2011

Crash!

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It feels like a tremendous amount of time has gone by since I last posted. I barely remember everything I wished to write about, but at least some of the photos will spur me on. There were really good reasons not to write. I had a major hard drive crash and Saul, with all his finagling, could not even get my computer to boot up with an external drive. We made an appointment to take my baby to the Apple Store in King of Prussia Mall the next day, and not even the gurus there could do anything with it. As it turned out, I had to wait almost a week before it was back on my desk again. Both the hard drive, and a temperature-sensing cable had burned out, and the store did not have the cable in stock. I have a time capsule attached, so I fretted the whole week until I knew for sure that we would truly be able to restore my data. That part worked like a charm, thank God! During that week, data for two large jobs began to pile up and I worried also that I would not have time to get them out of the way before all three girls come for the next ten days while Saul is working. After that there are only a few days left before we leave for Kauai for ten days. Once my data was restored, my keyboard stopped working and had to be replaced. I lost a day that way and I can’t even describe the level of discomfort that caused. Then, my fonts disappeared and we decided to upgrade my page layout software. Thankfully, in the last three days I have spent many hours fruitfully, and I have finally gotten those jobs to the point where I am comfortable again. I really love the upgraded InDesign.

We have had a couple really great weekends in Baltimore/DC and I tried not to let the anxiety get to me. The first weekend of February, Izzy and Sami had a birthday party sleepover for 12 girls…

Since I began writing this post two weeks ago, more time has expired and I am struggling to get it posted so that at least there will be one entry for February.

To continue, the birthday party was adorable—six of Izzy’s friends for her actual birthday on Groundhog Day, and six of Sami’s friends for her half birthday because it was the first time since August that Jess was able to assemble six of her friends to sleep over. Since the party activities included nail polishing and cake decorating, I made a nail polish bottle cake surrounded by 14 gingerbread hands with icing-polished nails so that each girl could decorate her own hand cookie. They had a blast decorating them with food coloring markers, extra icing and candy decors. Each hand was as unique as the girl decorating it. We also supervised while each girl rolled her own sushi and made her own personal pizza. During the party, Ari took Yona off to a quiet place and tried to put her to bed. We had brought Alex’s mom, Elaine, along for the weekend, along with my sister, Adele, so there were plenty of adults to help out. According to reports the next day, most of the girls actually went to sleep during the night.

One of our goals for spending the weekend in Baltimore/DC was that Ari’s furniture was delivered that Friday while he was at work, and that went as smoothly as could be. The two guys who delivered the massive wall unit and bedroom furniture were extremely competent, helpful and pleasant. The furniture looks beautiful and fits perfectly in the rooms. They left us enough time to get to Baltimore for a birthday tea for Izzy in her first grade classroom at Waldorf. With the leftover gingerbread from the hand cookies, I made gingerbread stars for Izzy to share with her classmates. Her teacher made a pretty china potful of tea and we all sat around and shared stories about our favorite memories of kindergarten before school ended for the week. Ari left work a little early on Friday so he could see the furniture and joined us in Baltimore for one of Alex’s amazing Shabbat dinners where we were joined by Alex’s sister Naomi, her husband Matt, Alex’s brother Aaron, his wife Stacey, and their three children, Jacob, Lily and Zach.

During the weekend, in addition to the activities of the birthday party, we took Adele on a driving tour of DC, and walked through the Vietnam and Korean War Memorials. The day was chilly and soggy. By the time we took our short walk back to the car, we were shivering and damp and decided that the rest of the day’s activities should be indoors. We spent hours contentedly wandering in the National Portrait Gallery and Smithsonian American Art Museum. Ari bought Izzy and Sami art books from the delightful selection in the gift shop there. Izzy’s came with red/blue 3D glasses and was designed with special backgrounds and markers to enable her to make 3D drawings and doodles. Sami’s was a blueprint for creating 3D architectural models from folding and cutting white paper (sort of advanced origami). Adele mentioned that she loved a good diner, so one day, we had a delightful breakfast at the Metro 29 diner. Waiting to have dinner at a Cheesecake Factory in Bethesda, we were treated to a bird’s eye view of about a dozen couples, dressed for the occasion, doing the tango in the central atrium of the mall—one of the special events for public participation hosted weekly by the mall.

Sunday afternoon, before heading home, we all went to Johns-Hopkins University to meet our cousin, Anne, and watch her son, Max, win along with his team, in a fencing tournament there. The girls were very fascinated with the outfits, protective gear, foils, and electronic tethers. They especially loved helping pull up all the blue tape boundary markers from the large gymnasium floor and rolling it into a big ball for disposal. I had never been up close and live in a fencing match, so it was a great learning experience for me as well. Our drive back on Sunday evening was pleasant, but very tiring after all the weekend’s activities. Elaine’s little puppy, Shana, got along a lot better this time with Jess and Alex’s dogs.

On February 10, Saul’s birthday, a Memorial Lecture was given by Alex at the Princeton Jewish Center in memory of his father, Maury. Traditionally, Chevra Kadisha (Jewish burial) societies everywhere hold a dinner on the seventh of Adar (according to Bible interpreters, the traditional date of the death of Moses). Maury was a founding member of the Chevra Kadisha society in Princeton. I went to Faith’s class that Thursday morning, and later in the afternoon, Faith joined us for the dinner and lecture in Princeton. The whole family was welcomed warmly and made to feel at home by the heartfelt hospitality of our hosts. The dinner was ample and beautifully planned. Alex gave a wonderful d’var Torah and spoke eloquently of his meaningful Jewish family life with Maury. Afterward, Saul and I took the girls home with us and put them to bed as Alex needed to be back in Baltimore the next morning to help prepare the festivities for the beginning of the writing of a brand-new Torah at Chizuk Amuno. While Saul attended a rare Friday meeting at CHC, the girls helped me prepare dinner to take to Baltimore for Shabbat. Alex was putting in so many hours that he would not have had time to prepare. We took a tray of stuffed cabbage, black and white rice, leftover vegetarian meatballs, Israeli salad, homemade challot and pareve chocolate cake. Jessica defrosted some of Alex’s yummy soups. Alex had a rare opportunity to relax a little before dinner. We got into a terrible traffic jam on the way there and spent an extra hour on the road. After dinner, we took Sami and Izzy to DC with us so they would be out of the way until the launch on Sunday. After a quick breakfast at home the next morning, Ari and I took the girls to the National Building Museum where a special architectural Lego exhibit was being held. Saul stayed behind because he had many papers to read to catch up with his school work. The four of us spent hours among the tens of thousands of Lego pieces constructing our own buildings. Ari and I worked on a gray, black and white asymmetrical design which we never finished because Izzy realized suddenly that she was hungry and we were so into our design that we had not realized that two hours had gone by. We walked a couple of blocks to the Sushi Go-Round and had sushi there, seated at a counter where plates of sushi pass by on a conveyor belt and you grab whatever looks interesting. After that, we toured some parts of the National Gallery across the street that we had not seen with Adele, such as the folk art exhibit. Throughout the museum, docents are stationed to provide hands-on experiences for kids with something called “art a la cart.” At the first station, the girls were provided with cameras and props and learned about camera angle and perspective. They were shown examples of an artist whose specialty was unusual perspectives. Then they were supposed to arrange their props and camera angle to get an unusual perspective. Their photos were printed for them on the spot. At another cart, they were given found objects, like bottle caps, shells, and stones to arrange in three-dimensional fashion within a flat box. At another, they were handed sample pieces of driftwood and bronze treated to look like driftwood for a giant modern art horse statue. After a few hours there, we picked up Saul and drove to Silver Spring to see the 3D movie Gnomeo and Juliet, sort of cute with a few good laughs and nice Elton John music, but the kids just said “ehhh.” We had dinner across the street at a Chinese buffet that was handy, cheap, not too crowded, had a huge selection including unusual food that we have never seen elsewhere, but was of dubious cleanliness. It must have been okay because none of us got sick. The girls were happy with their sushi… again.

The program for the Torah-writing was amazing! The synagogue was teeming with as many people as the cavernous sanctuary holds on Yom Kippur. The first people to write the initial few letters walked down the center aisle under a series of chuppot, each held aloft by four congregants with poles at each corner of the tallit. There were people stationed at various places, including the balcony, who blew multiple shofarot, a spine-tingling sound when they are all on cue together. The obligatory speeches were interesting, and not overly long. A choir, composed of about 200 adults and children who barely fit on the ample bimah, sang a moving and harmonious “Lechi Lach” by recently-deceased Debbie Friedman. Large projection screens on either side of the bimah allowed the entire audience to see, first-hand, the flow of ink onto parchment as the hand of the sofer (scribe) guided each writer in the completion of a previously outlined Hebrew letter. Finally, there was an incredible, beautifully-presented, banquet for hundreds, perhaps over a thousand, congregants, with live music and dancing. It was a great celebration of a momentous occasion, and probably the only time in my life that I will get to see a Torah begun. I was very proud of my son-in-law, Alex, who had worked behind the scenes tirelessly to make sure that everything ran smoothly. We left afterward to begin the long ride home.

The next few days, I worked tirelessly to almost complete both publications that had deadlines before the girls were due to arrive for a week here. My computer was finally behaving and I loved the new upgraded software I was now using. On Thursday, I attended Faith’s class, having gotten my work under control. Saul decided that it would be easier to meet Jessica and pick up the girls directly from his school rather than coming home to pick me up first. I used the couple of hours to put in a supply of food from Costco and the supermarket so that I would not have to take the girls out myself during the week. I especially purchased lots of supplies for baking vast quantities of hamantaschen. The girls’ Waldorf School puts on a Purimshpiel every other year, and Jessica volunteered to arrange for the hamantaschen. Others were supposed to help, but I think we probably baked enough during the week to supply the whole school. Sami and Izzy were excellent helpers. We baked for a couple of hours each day and made at least two flavors each time. The work went so fast with me rolling, Izzy cutting, and Sami filling and pinching, that we made hundreds by the time the week was over. Yona was content to sit at the table in her booster seat watching us work and looking at the Sprout network on television. Occasionally, we would give her a warm cookie, which she ate by sucking out the middle and then nibbling the leftover cookie. She liked all the flavors, including poppy seed and prune.

Friday morning, we took all of them to Nordstrum Rack in King of Prussia to get much-needed shoes. We bought Yona her first pair of sneakers—two shades of pink with Velcro closings. Izzy and Sami each got a pair of sneakers, and Izzy got white dress shoes. We got back home just in time to have some lunch and prepare the challah dough and soup. Faith came in the afternoon with her granddaughter, Hilary, who is only one week apart in age from Sami, and took the girls to Michael’s to buy them knitting yarn. They came home with not only that, but novelty items as well, a plastic snake that grew in water for Izzy, a set of wind-up walking feet for Sami, and an Elmo puppet book for Yona. Faith and Hilary joined us for Shabbat dinner along with her son, Jon. While I was shaping the challot, I gave each girl a lump of dough and they each made their own individually-shaped challah. Hilary  made hers in the shape of the letter “H.” Larry was not feeling well that evening, and Beth was away on vacation. I made a simple dinner of leek, potato, and Cope’s dried corn soup; cheese tortellini; spinach salad with hot sesame dressing; steamed asparagus; with hamantaschen and ice cream for dessert. Gale force winds on Saturday kept us from going to services as we had planned. The girls’ cousin, Brenna, who lives nearby, came to play with the girls on Saturday afternoon. They played nicely together. We ordered pizza to be delivered on Saturday night, and afterward, the girls climbed into our bed to watch an old movie I had recorded on TiVo, Puss in Boots, with Christopher Walken, a really B movie that he must have made long before he became famous. He played the cat that changes into a man. Erica came by to pick up Brenna later in the evening. On Sunday, we baked and iced two Presley Bella marble angel food cakes in honor of Sister Lisa’s birthday. Saul took them to work on Monday so that one could be shared with colleagues and the other with housemates. In the late afternoon on Sunday, we went to Faith’s house for knitting lessons with Hilary. The girls were more interested in playing with Faith’s vast collection of dolls. Larry met us there also. He was feeling better and Faith had invited him also for an ice cream party of epic proportions. The table was set with all types of cookies, pretzels, candy, toppings, and a large selection of ice cream flavors. We all pigged out. As it turned out, Izzy cast on stitches on a set of Faith’s needles with lightning speed and taught me to knit sitting on my lap so that I could follow her fingering. She complained that the back of her neck was hot from my breathing on her. Having knitted a bit 30 years ago, I was able to knit a small blanket for her mini teddy bear by the time we were ready to leave. She has already made her own knitting needles and a scarf for herself at school as part of the first grade curriculum at Waldorf.

On Monday, Presidents Day, Brenna was off from school and Erica picked up the two older girls and took them home with her to spend the day with Brenna. They had fun playing with all her toys and had felafal for dinner there.

During the beginning of the week that they were here I got very little sleep. Yona kept waking in the middle of the night and screaming. I didn’t want Saul to lose sleep because he had to be at work, so I spent hours holding her until she would go back to sleep. Then, we realized that we were creating a monster as the intervals grew longer and the screaming grew louder. We decided to spend only 20 minutes with her at bedtime, and 20 minutes if she needed a diaper change in the middle of the night. The screaming intervals grew much shorter after the first 15-minute temper tantrum and by the end of the week, there was barely a whimper at bedtime or nap time. During the week, she was very cooperative about using the potty. Considering her age, this is most remarkable. I think she will probably be completely trained by the time she is two. She is also very verbal. These days, we can mostly figure out what she is trying to say.
Wednesday evening, we took the three of them out to King Buffet in Plymouth Meeting. They had been indoors all week and I thought it would give them a chance to run around the mall and get some exercise. Then we rode with them on the carousel there for Izzy’s birthday and bought them punching balloons. Yona did not seem to like the carousel very much. She is the first one not to adore it. They all had such a grand time with the punching balloons, however, that almost every mother that walked by had to buy one for her child as well.
On Thursday, we made the filled chocolate, almond, coconut cupcakes that I had submitted for a recipe contest. Izzy has been reminding me for six weeks that she never had a chance to taste the prototype of those cupcakes. The two of them practically made every step of the cupcakes themselves as I was busy with Yona while we were putting them together. It really is a yummy recipe. If it doesn’t win, I will post it shortly on my recipe blog. The girls were wonderful helping with laundry and cleaning up so that we could finish packing for the trip back home Thursday afternoon. We met Jessica at Bahama Breeze in Towson, where we had a very long, drawn-out dinner together. The manager stopped by to apologize for the long wait for our dinners. At least the girls’ food came right away, but they were finished eating dinner by the time our dinners arrived.

Saul had a conference to attend at the Sheraton in Baltimore on Friday. We drove to DC after dinner, and got up at 5 a.m. the next morning to drive back to Baltimore. Alex took Yona to day care and Jess, on her way to work, dropped the older girls and me off at a nearby strip mall to spend the day at Barnes & Noble so that I would not have to deal with my allergies to the dogs all day at her house. Until it opened up at 9 a.m., we had pastries in a nearby Starbucks. When it opened, I read tales to the girls from an adaptation of Arabian Nights until Izzy grew restless. The girls shared a stuffed pizza pretzel and a large rice crispy treat at the café there. Then I bought Izzy a vanity book that had a lock and key, and Sami a book called Uber Origami. After that, the girls both chose lemon sorbet at a Cold Stone Creamery. Then, we shopped for a while in Pier 1 Imports, where luckily, they had a whole rack of imported novelty toy items for Easter that kept the girls amused for half an hour while a hailstorm suddenly materialized and raged outside the store for a while until we were ready to leave. From there, we went to Café Fresh where I had a half sandwich, veggie chips, and peach juice while the girls played with their new books. After that, we spent an hour in Trader Joe’s picking up a few odds and ends and searching for the elusive stuffed bear “Meep,” which we never found. Jess met us a Trader Joe’s and did some heavy-duty shopping there. After dropping the girls at home with Alex, Jess and I headed for the new Seven-Mile Market, an entirely kosher supermarket. Arriving home and unloading the groceries, Jess then drove Alex and me over to the synagogue so that Alex could prepare for a family Shabbat dinner that evening for Izzy’s classmates’ families. I waited, reading, in the library there until it was time for dinner. The program was adorable. After the usual brachot, (blessings) and a buffet turkey dinner, Alex narrated a story about King Cyrus of Persia and his Shabbat encounter with a Jewish man named Nehemiah. The story was told with the class acting out the scenes in front of a series of long backdrops which the class had created for the occasion. After dessert of fresh fruit and cookies, and the birkat hamazon, (blessings after the meal) Saul and I headed back to DC.

The next morning, we breakfasted at Metro 29, and then set out to find headlights for Ari’s car, batteries for our key fobs for the Prius, which had just about stopped working, and haircuts, which we all needed before our vacation in Hawaii in a few days. We found all those things in a strip mall near Tyson’s Corner in Virginia. Then, we went to Tyson’s II, which is about as upscale a mall as I have ever seen outside of China. There is a unique type of shop there called “The Grooming Lounge,” which specializes in pampering spa-type services for men only. On the spur of the moment, because they had one opening, Ari decided to have his back hair removed by waxing before our beach vacation. The process, which they told us would take a half hour, took an hour and a half. Ari said that the process was no more painful than he had anticipated, and that he would probably do it again as necessary. While waiting for his appointment we found a beautiful area rug that he is considering buying for his bedroom made from pieced-together strips of cowhide that is naturally and subtly colored. The showroom of Bo Concepts, to give an idea of the upscale nature of this mall, has a full free buffet on the weekends with wine, bottled water, cheeses, fresh fruit, Italian salami, antipasto, assorted olives,  etc., etc. A live string quartet was performing all afternoon standing atop the floor model area rug that Ari was considering purchasing. For dinner, we had an absolutely delicious and very reasonably-priced Thai meal at Sawatdee in Arlington.

On Sunday, after dim sum at China Garden, we drove to Belfort Furniture where Ari purchased a headboard for our bed at his house. His headboard is still on order there and we found that his second lamp has not come in either. They will be able to deliver both headboards together this way. The flower bulbs Ari and I planted last fall are starting to poke through in his garden despite the violent weather this past weekend. We stopped in Baltimore on the way home to drop off an extra set of Ari’s keys to Jessica and pick up our insulated bag, which had transported the hamantaschen to Jessica’s freezer and which we plan to take back to Hawaii to gather exotic foodstuffs for our meals there. We leave way early on Thursday morning and all my work is done!