I picked up this penguin today for my oldest daughter for Chanukah When I showed Astrid, she insisted that the penguin needed to see a doctor, after which she took out her doctor’s kit, and proceeded to give the penguin a thorough physical exam, complete with vaccinations. So, it seems the penguin got a clean bill of health from Dr. Astrid.
I found this on the curb in front of an Indian restaurant. The manager saw me photographing it and came outside. He related to me the story of how the owner purchased this cash register many many years ago and even today, was still reluctant to part with it. The buttons are rusted and fused to the faceplate, completely inoperable. I haven’t seen a machine like this since I was about 3 or 4 years old, and even then, only the oldest shops had them.
I’m pretty lazy when it comes to planning ahead; not necessarily because I lack the ability, but mostly because I hate leftovers. I enjoy my food best when it’s fresh, and, try as I might, I can’t seem to get over that. So, during the winter months, when shabbat is over early (the sun sets so much earlier), I appreciate the fact that I’m able to cook a simple dinner, even if it is just eggs.
This has become a winter tradition for us, eaten mostly on Saturday nights, but can really be enjoyed any time at all, even for a hat breakfast. It works equally well with meat or vegetarian sausage, so just pick your favorite.
Max: Ooo! This looks good, mommy. Can we eat it?
Me: Ummm… that’s tomato paste, sweetie.
Max: Okay, let’s open it!
Me: You want to eat tomato paste?
Me: Let me get this straight… You won’t eat tomatoes…
Me: You won’t eat tomato sauce.
Me: But, tomato paste… The most tomatoey of all of them…
Max: Well, can we brush our teeth with it?
Me: With tomato paste?
Max: So, tomatoes brush their teeth with it?
Max: Batman’s a bad guy.
Me: That’s sort of up for debate.
Max: He gets the bad guys.
Me: Yes, he does.
Max: Batman takes all the bad guys and puts them in Florida!
Me: Florida, huh? That explains a lot…
Max: Yeah, that’s because Florida is so far away. You have to take the A train to Florida!
Well, what more can I say about that?