girlfiend

Last night’s dinner was awesome.

Brisket

Honey Mustard Chicken

Green beans

Roasted Cauliflower

Corn, Tomato and Basil Salad

Braised Carrots and Onions

Challah

I also made Baba Ganoush and fresh tomato bruschetta for appetizers with crackers and bread and served pesto I’d made and froze last summer.
For dessert my aunt brought chocolate cake and key lime pie from Trader Joe’s, Mix brought schnecken and rugalach, and my mom brought chocolate covered strawberries

We dipped apples in honey for sweet year, drank lots of wine and Manhattans, and there were as many Catholics as Jews (if not more, I haven’t officially done a count) in attendance. I love when holidays are good and not surrounded by insanity.

Even though I worked all day while my mother babysat things worked out well. I did almost all of the cooking the day before so I only had to reheat. Mix came over to help me set up so I wouldn’t have to deal with my mother solo. Boyfiend made it home from work early so he could help keep me and my mother separate. It’s not that I don’t love her. It’s just that she’s crazy. Really, really crazy.
I overheard bits of a conversation from upstairs where Mix said he bought an alarm system for a new house. My mom said it was stupid. Mix told her he got an insurance discount. She told Boyfiend we should get an alarm system for our house.

My aunt told me how amazing it was that I worked all day, cooked enough food for 15 people, set up the house and had a wonderful little boy. She said she didn’t know how I did it. My mother responded that I couldn’t have done it without her. I didn’t reply that my mother wiped down all of the dishes with a dirty, greasy rag and Boyfiend and I had to clean them all over again. I also didn’t mention that when my mom told me she’d vacuum what she really meant was that she’d sprinkle baking soda on the rug so I could vacuum when I got home from work.

More crazy, you ask? After the second time I came home and saw him drinking an entire bottle of undiluted juice I asked her not to give the Fiendling juice at all. He’s underweight and needs to drink water or drinks that at least contain fat and calcium like the yogurt drinks I specifically bought. She bought him juice boxes and HID THEM FROM ME!  Way to drive me fucking crazy.

Enough about my mother. It was a great night.

Happy 5768. May you be inscribed and sealed for a good year.