If you know me, you know I’m hardly a religious person. However, there are just some traditions in Judaism I could never pass up– all right, yes, they all revolve around food BUT what’s a celebration without food?
It was Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, a few nights ago and I unfortunately did not have a real chance to celebrate in Taiwan. Not only am I probably one of the few, if not only, Jews on campus, but I’ve always been bad with remembering such things in general. So smite me.
Anywho, I had a lovely visit by my boyfriend’s mother and sister today and they came baring gifts. Among them was included an exquisite jar of bonafide pure Vermont maple syrup. Yup people, this is the real stuff. Thank you Mom and Dad!! Sadly, I will not be able to enjoy this God-given concoction slathered gluttonously over a tower of hot-off-the-griddle blueberry buttermilk pancakes….
Sorry, there are just some things you can’t replace here.
BUT I did enjoy a tablespoonful with some cut apples. Dip the apples in the *maple syrup* (it’s almost like honey) and have a sweet New Year everyone!