Wednesday, 17 March 2010

The big picture




 On Friday night I bless my children.  Weirdly, my teenagers who usually scowl at me love this one moment of intimacy.
Instead of shouting at my 17 year old daughter (“watch out for cars”) when she leaves for school in the morning, on Friday night, I whisper in her ear “May God bless you and keep you”
Instead of the usual morning checklist I yell at my son(“glasses, phone, Oyster card, wallet and lunch card”) on Friday night I stretch up and whisper, “May God shine his face upon you and be gracious to you”
Instead of yelling at my little one (“switch off the TV now, no you can’t have more ice-cream, and have you practised the piano?”), I put my arms around her and whisper: “May God turn his face to you and establish peace for you”
I am the one who is blessed.

Chicken soup
I could only make this soup properly when I went out and bought myself an enormous soup pot.
Ingredients
Slug of sunflower oil
Four chicken carcasses
(Go to a butcher for this, not a supermarket)
Three carrots sliced
Three sticks celery sliced
Bunch of fresh parsley
Two leeks sliced
One turnip sliced
Two Telma chicken stock cubes
Lots of boiling water
Method
First put oil in the pot, then veggies, then carcasses, then stock cubes and finally water.
Boil on low for three hours.
Pour soup through a sieve.  Add salt to taste.
Make kneidlach from a pack. Boil kneidlach in salted boiling water. Add to soup.

2 comments:

  1. lovely post. i adore the distinction of friday night being different and separate than the rest of the week. you really described a peaceful moment with your kids, thank you.
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  2. We too bless our children, and it is a special moment. It reminds us to listen to them over the supper table.

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