Sweet Potato Fries & Merci Beaucoup!

Despite my gloomy preparations, B.A. and I survived our Atlantic crossing. My parents met us at the airport with news that the biggest snowstorm in five years would be arriving at 4 PM. Well, it is 2:50 PM, and here is the snow.

Happily, the prediction did not dissuade them from taking us to lunch at one of my favourite local delis, a deli I have been thinking about since the last time I saw an American diner on telly. After pondering matzoh ball soup, kreplach and latkes, I ordered a corned-beef on rye, coleslaw and sweet potato fries. Ahhhh! Home in the neighbourhood! L'Chaim!

"I've only seen corned beef in tins from Argentina," said Scottish B.A. and, later, "This is nothing like corned beef in tins from Argentina."

"Just wait until Montreal," I said. "I will take you to the Schwartz Charcuterie Hebraique where you will have Montreal smoked meat, fries and black cherry cola."

My parents don't live in Scotland, so they may have been taken aback when before lunch I danced in the kitchen shouting, "Jewish food! Jewish food! Yay!"

For two whole weeks I don't even have to look at Scottish food. Whoo-hoo!

The one thing that makes me sad is that it is Tłusty Czwartek, and there is no Polish bakery around in which to queue for pącki (rosehip jam doughnuts). For that I'd have to go a long way downtown--a bus, a subway train, and then another bus, and no, thank you. Especially not now that the snowstorm is here. But a happy Tłusty Czwartek to all my Polish readers!

And now I must send out more thanks and promises of prayers to my latest benefactresses and they are FV, AM, MM, JK, MH and MD.  The short-term damage wrought by the reluctance of a debtor to pay me has been almost eradicated. So I am very relieved, and I sincerely hope that none of you threw more in the pot than you could afford. 8-O

Update: Here is my latest, and probably my most depressing, CR column. I wrote it after writing about sexually bullying on this blog and reading your remarks.