God knows what possessed me to throw a Passover seder this week. Maybe it was the Drama Teen telling me she wanted to do more “Jewish things.” Maybe it was the fact that I’d attended two seders already. Possibly it was the idea that, these days at least, I have the notion that I can pull this sorta thing off.
Now that’s a shankbone…
The chef is reassuring backup, of course. “Having a last minute seder with 10 people,” I emailed him frantically last week. “Can you help?”
“Of course,” he wrote back, non-plused. Ten people. Yawn.
news on the jump
All I wanted was one of those little tortilla presses. Lettie told me they cost $5 at any number of Mexican supermarkets. So I went to Superior Market here in town and asked.
Sorry, said the lady. We normally carry them but we’re out of stock. Feh. Guess I’d just have to “make due” with the $2 pack of 100 freshly made tortillas, still warm enough to steam up the bag.
But then, on the other side of the store, I noticed the salt cod. And I knew just what I’d be eating for dinner that night.
bacalao salad in a tortilla
It’s worth the wait…