There is something which totally satisfies me when I make food which my grandmother would give her nod of approval too. Last night's latkes came out really good even though as I headed home from an afternoon stroll with sweet pea I realized I had forgotten to pick up more oil (which is a complete ironic Chanukah joke since OIL what the holiday is based on) and then by some miracle (because it was christmas eve as well as chanukah) trader joe's was open but the shelves were cleared out of all the regular oil, like peanut and canola, so I grabbed a jar of coconut and a bottle of super expensive avocado. Latkes with coconut oil is weird, but tasty with the addition of applesauce. I went with the surprisingly neutral tasting avocado for all but the three testers I used coconut for. It was fine and even better was the air in the house was not as heavy with oil today as it usually is the day after a latke making adventure.
I was going to grab a run of the mill brisket earlier in the week, but the only couple left were tragically sad looking so I went all the way in the other direction and ordered one from the real butcher who only sells organic pasture raised meats. Holy mother of all things wonderful. This was hands down the best brisket of my brisket making life. I wish I could have served it to grandma. Now I feel as if I must find other recipes to make with this quality meat, such as an exact replica of Katz's pastrami before they ruined it by using the chewy oddest fattiest less than stellar cuts of brisket they could find. The last couple of times I was there I was seriously disappointed, and you don't want to be disappointed when you're buying ridiculously expensive food. You know? But I am the kind of girl who would go to the effort of making her own, I just have to figure out how it is done.
So many things are making me sad these days, if it isn't about the husband, it's Matt's total distancing himself from me, or Evan's unhappiness with being here instead of having the college adventure he wanted so badly to have right after high school OR the fact that trump won the electoral college, which feels like backwards land since the electoral college is there to protect us from people exactly like trump. What the hell? Nothing makes sense anymore. I know that our world is going to be in a disaster after January 20th and I just feel like we all might as well throw our end of world parties and prepare for the end. I got it bad. I don't want to live in the world this evil man is going to create. But if I do have to die of radiation poisoning I would way rather do it a the lake than here in new town so I hope the end of the world happens while we still own the lake property.