My mother and I attended a second Rosh dinner at Stephanie’s mother-in-law Erin’s house. It was delightful and delicious. Thank you Erin and Stephanie!
The menu [It’s from memory, so please forgive me if I missed something]
We started with a flute of Perrier Jouet champagne. Then Stephanie led a mini-Seder, walking us through traditional symbolic foods one eats during this time:
--Challah in honey—sweetness for the New Year
--Apples in honey-- sweetness for the New Year
--Dates—I don’t remember, but they were still on the vine and delicious!
--Pomegranate seeds—symbolizing the many mitzvot or good deeds one does in a day [613 mitzvot/seeds!]
--Leek pie—something about smiting our enemies
--Beet salad—also something about beating our enemies
--Smoked fish—Something about the head of the year I think, which as I know now is the literal translation of Rosh Hashanah.
--Ram’s head—which we didn’t have, but discussed.
--Candied Quince jelly—I don’t know why but it was delicious!
Brisket with potatoes and carrots
Chu-chuka [a tomato and pepper dish that I’m certain I spelled incorrectly]
Sweet potato tsimmes
Honey walnut cake
Candied Quince jellies
And here’s the thing—I’ve never had Quince. I totally had a moment of “what if I’m allergic?” However, Stephanie, whom I love and trust and who knows my allergies, assured me it was like an apple, and I’m not allergic to apples so I had a bite. And then another. And then another whole square. And then two more after dinner, even though my tummy was saying no sugar, I just loved the taste and the sugar and was thrilled to find a new thing I can enjoy!
Again, I can’t help but think that doing this blog is like my own cognitive-behavioral experiment. The more I write about my life with allergies, the more I push myself to experiment more and panic less. It also helped that I had benedryl with me and Michael, Stephanie’s husband, is a doctor!