Short post tonight.
More holidays are upon us, where there is ham, peeps, matzo ball soup, chocolate bunnies, and gefilte fish.
Life is too short, families are fleeting and if you like your grandmother's gefilte fish, you should eat it without worry of the calories or fat content because one day that recipe as your grandmother made it will be no more.
I never liked gefilte fish, but I'll take my late grandmother's matzo soup or my grandpa, who died too young, hiding the matzo in an easy to find spot and giving my cousins, brother, and me dollar bills for being so good at finding things.
As Jennifer Weiner says:
Food isn’t trouble, it’s holidays, it’s funny stories, it’s seasons. Clams and beach plums are summer; turkey and crispy, lace-edged latkes mean fall; gefilte fish tells us it’s springtime again. Maybe my daughters won’t eat more than the single bite that I’ll insist on, but the finished dish is only part of the point.
Everyone have a wonderful holiday!