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Well for one thing I didn’t have to cook! And yes that can be a blessing!! We were invited to participate in a Seder dinner hosted by one of our friends.  A delightful evening with excellent food and old friends as well as some new.

Tonight ( I started to write this last night)  is the first night of Passover and it is quite powerful to think that all over the world where ever Jews have gathered together, the ritualistic meal and ceremony being celebrated will be virtually identical.  There are variations;  shortened versions, some more religious and some more guest interactive than others.  Over the years I’ve been privileged to attend many Seders and I’m partial to the full blown ceremony – where there is a leader and all of the guests read a passage from the Haggadah.  Our friend, Ellen always hosted the most elaborate and meaningful Seder dinners.  The table is set traditionally and explanations are given for the meaning of the symbolic foods and tableware.  It’s true that this type of Seder can lead to some seat squirming by the younger set and there is a point where you get really hungry and hope that the gifilte fish will be coming out of the kitchen soon!! But I ‘m Catholic and old enough to have been raised with the Latin Mass  and I like ceremony…. High Mass with its incense is still a clear memory in my mind.  I digress slightly….  Passover is the story of celebrating the freedom the Jews obtained when they fled Egypt.  Passover is literally the story of the Angel of Death passing over the households that had the blood of the Paschal lamb above the doorway indicating that there were Jews living there and the first born male should be spared from the Tenth Plague.  The Seder plate, a traditional platter on the table holds the following items: Maror – the bitter herb symbolizing the bitterness of their slavery, Karpas – the vegetable, usually parsley which is dipped into salt water (symbolizing the tears of slavery) as an appetizer dates back to biblical times, Charoset –apples, nuts, spices ground together and mixed with wine symbolizes the mortar the Hebrew slaves used to build the Egyptian structures, Zeroa – shank bone of a lamb symbolizing the Paschal lamb sacrificed for Passover, and Beitzah- a roasted egg symbolizing mourning of the loss of the Temple and also spring, the season when Passover is celebrated.  There is Matzoh served in lieu of any bread because when the Jews fled Egypt they didn’t have any time to leaven their bread.  Conservative Jews refrain from eating any leavened bread for the full week of Passover.

Matzoh, Matzah, Schmura

Matzoh

Some of the courses include Gifilte fish, often served as the first course and accompanied by the bitter herb, horseradish, followed by Matzoh Ball soup, delicious in homemade chicken broth, which has now become a New York coffee shop staple, and followed by an array of dishes; brisket, stuffed breast of veal, kugel, potatoes and way too much more! There are the 4 questions, the most well known of which is the title of this blog and asked by the youngest person at the table and finally the Afikomen hunt which is the official ending of the Seder.  At the beginning of the Seder, the leader breaks a piece of Matzoh in threes and hides the largest piece.  At the conclusion of the Seder, the leader asks the children at the meal to look through out the house for the Afikomen and bring it to him so that the Seder can end.  There is so much more to this traditional holiday but Dayenu or enough.  Dayenu is a traditional Passover song; the essence is It would have been enough for us…. further meaning to thank God for his many gifts – it would have been enough for us just to have received the Torah or it would have been enough for us just to be freed.

As a Gentile and Catholic sitting through and listening to the Seder, I am always struck by the similarity of many of the Easter traditions and those of Passover.  Take for instance the time of the year, both occur annually in the spring. The green vegetable always a sign of spring is always present at the Easter meal, often asparagus as they are the forerunners of the fresh vegetable season.  Many Christians serve an Easter ham for their dinner, however, just as many serve a Leg of Lamb.  Both slaughters of a newborn animal done traditionally in the spring.  Then there’s the Easter Egg, for us the egg symbolizes birth, rebirth, new life – very much in keeping with the season when the trees, flowers and plant life are all coming back to life.  Do you  see a parallel  between the annual Easter Egg hunts and finding the Afikomen?

Easter as a Christian holiday universally celebrates the Risen Christ, however, after that the holiday takes on many cultural and ethnic traditions.  As an Italian-American, Easter in my home included Pizzagaina, a traditional Italian Easter pie.   My Grandmother used to make it and we always looked forward to this once a year treat.  It is a pie or bread that is stuffed with various meats such as ham, proscuitto, sopressatto, mortadella and cheeses and eggs.  The story as it has been told is that the women of the household would gather on Good Friday and make and bake the pie.  It was then cooled and chilled and could not be eaten before noon on Holy Saturday.

There are other ethnic traditions such as the intricately decorated eggs of Czechoslovakia, the Passion Plays in South America, in Austria eggs are dyed green on Maundy Thursday and crullers are fried, in Russia pussy willow branches are picked and used to tap friends on the shoulder bringing them good luck.  There is Paasbrood in the Netherlands, a yeasty bread made with currants and raisins – sound familiar? Hot Cross Buns!

Christian Easter Hot Cross Buns

Hot Cross Buns

My husband and I have our own tradition, one shared by hundreds of other New Yorkers – we walk in the Easter Parade down Fifth Avenue.  We don our Easter bonnets, well in his case, a Straw Boater and we stroll up and down the Avenue.  It is great fun and I love making an outrageously floral and ribbon concoction  for my Easter Bonnet. This year is going to be thrilling for me because ever since Finley Ray was born (19 months ago) I have been waiting for the Easter Sunday that she would be able to walk or maybe stroll – er with us.  This Easter Sunday, little Finny will be with us, all decked out in a traditional Easter outfit a la my past – She will be wearing a mint green dress with a matching coat and hat – pink roses on the hat and all!!  Look for a future blog with photos.

In your Easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it,
You’ll be the grandest lady in the Easter Parade.
I’ll be all in clover and when they look you over,
I’ll be the proudest fellow in the Easter Parade.
On the avenue, Fifth Avenue, the photographers will snap us,
And you’ll find that you’re in the rotogravure.
Oh, I could write a sonnet about your Easter bonnet,
And of the girl I’m taking to the Easter Parade.

Happy Easter to all and a Guten Pesach!

The moon won’t full until tomorrow night BUT as the weekend wore on and the moon inched its way to fullness; “things” just sort of happened!  Some weekends are just high drama or maybe Mercury is in retrograde!

Fridays aren’t Fundays here in Ocean Grove; The first problem is that we never leave the house early enough and being a Starbucks Grande Americano junkie the longer I am without caffeine, the more apparent it becomes to me that Peter is doing everything wrong and wasting time and we aren’t out the door.

Starbucks Americano

Got to have that espresso caffeine fix

First stop is Main Avenue where we pop into Ocean Grove Hardware and say a big THANK YOU to Dave who graciously removed the two huge tree branches that landed in our yard weeks ago.  We had no idea how we were going to get the tree branches cut up small enough for the town to pick it up.  Peter firmly believes that Jews shouldn’t use chain saws and I agree with him especially when the moon is almost full.

Friday night I have plans to go to the Fashion show and dinner at Bia with Trish, Heide and Jim and Susan.  The idea was to be there about 6:45 so we could get a good table.  I don’t think we got home until after 5pm and I have 10 lbs. of chicken breasts to divide up between 2 houses.  I portion and bag all of them and realize I can’t get them all into the freezer. I call the Lilligaard Hotel to see if I can use their freezer and no answer so I left a message  and run around to get dressed and put on make-up and see if I can re-scrunch some curl into my hair.  I flip on the light in the bathroom and poof, first the overhead light goes out and then the fixture over the sink blows.  I think it’s a fuse so I yell to Peter who is outside on the phone that I blew a fuse – his comedic friend George who is on the other  end of the line says Tell Lori to calm down”. ha ha ha, I’m not in a laughing mood as the time is ticking away.  In most houses when you blow a fuse you can go into the closet or hallway and open the box up and flip the circuits. NOT HERE.  The circuit breaker box is in the basement which I wouldn’t call  a basement because a basement is where you can store things; where you can put a washer and dryer, a Christmas tree stand, bikes in the winter and hundreds of other things.  We have what is known as a Yankee cellar. To access it I must move the litter box, the big plastic bottle of litter, the container for the litter, a dust mop, a sponge mop and a Swifter.  Then I have to move the stool and the recycle bin, the bag of newspapers and a BIG box (read Costco) of black garbage bags and oh yes the cat litter scoop and the rug under the litter box – ALL THIS so we can open the trap door and Peter can go down not really stairs but more like a ladder to check the circuit breakers. Once the trap door is open, there is always the possibility that a cat might decide to explore the nether regions of the cottage so I close them both in the bathroom with me which significantly reduces the amount of natural light I am using to put on a happy face.  Still no lights – I yell downstairs to ask if he tripped the breakers?  He says they’re  all on -I repeat the question unaware that I was speaking in tongues.  After he  does flip the breakers and still no lights,  I ask the obvious question-“Did you flip them all?”   “Yes” “Are you sure ?”  “Well there’s one not next to the others and it says ‘push to test” and I don’t need to tell you what I said next, you can fill in the blanks.  Alright, I give up –  still no lights and I’ve got to put my make-up on in the fast descending dusk.

The March lamb is nowhere to be found, it’s cold, my knee hurts, I’m late and I have a bottle of wine, canned goods for the food bank and my knitting  so I need a ride. You may be wondering why the knitting is going to dinner and a fashion show?  Just more manic multi-tasking? No I’m not actually going to knit during the show but I do need Susan to look over yet another error and see if she can fix it . I have to say that none of us were thrilled with our meal, the four of us that had ordered the fish sent it back because it was cold. New entrees arrived but the meal just wasn’t great except for the Bistro cake which was one of those molten chocolate in the middle, so decadent that there’s no point in eating it – just put it in your pocket because it’ll end up on your hips anyway.

Saturday morning we called Jim and Susan for electrical help and Jim went into the cellar with Peter and soon we had lights BECAUSE Peter had  never touched the one that was not quite next to the others!!! We ended up going to Home Depot to buy a new fixture for over the mirror and it will look better with the new wallpaper.

Sunday morning brought one of those domino effect events.  Peter was working on the wallpapering of the bathroom and installing the light fixture which required him to shut off the electricity in the bathroom which required him to go into the cellar and you know what that entailed.  When I came into the room I was disturbed by the mops leaning into the egg beaters – yes you heard me right, but it’s a long story.  So as I am muttering to myself (as I am wont to do) about how carelessly these mops were tossed aside and I decide to remove the one from the egg beaters, as I pull it away the mop head is behind the legs of the stool upon which a canister of cat kibble sits.  Uh huh, the canister topples over and kibble is everywhere.  !@%$#%@.

Vintage hand held egg beater mixer

Vintage Egg Beater

After I cleaned that up, I went to wash the dishes but in the dishpan was brown water and coffee grounds-more distress and in my anger about this disgusting mess, I try to empty out the pan and not lose all of the dishes and silverware in it.  I stabbed myself with a paring knife that was in the water. More !@%$#%@


NOT!! Thirty-three years ago yesterday, I gave birth to a much wished for baby girl.  My little girl would have brown eyes and dark hair I was positive…of course five years earlier I was positive about that then too.  NOT – Joel Damien Berti was born with blond hair and blue eyes that stayed blue.  They turned out to be a beautiful blue but that’s another story for another time.

Chiara Jude Berti was born on a lovely Sunday morning in March 1977.  Those were the days of Lamaz classes and all my friends encourage me to go  “natural” . Maybe it was a fulfilling experience for them but for me – NOT!  Everything was NOT going according to the plan; first of all I woke up with a terrific backache and since I had had back labor with Joel, I knew this was it.  I’m type A and my husband at that time, Dennis, wasn’t exactly a cool character under pressure to say the least so while he was running around getting stuff (who knows what?) I hopped in the shower.   I was counting the time between back twinges (my contractions) and he yells What are you doing in there? Let’s go!” – “I”m shaving my legs”.  Needless to say that didn’t go over so well and he was right – what was I doing?  Propping my leg up on the shower wall to shave it and having a contraction, I almost sliced open a vein in a leg I could hardly  see over my belly.  Just for the record,  I’m pretty sure this was the one and only time he was ever right.

Dressed and out the door and I don’t even remember what we did with Joel!?!  We lived in Avon and the hospital was in Hartford and that meant we needed to go over a mountain.  Dennis took off like a mad man and by the time we were going down the mountain at breakneck speed, I was yellingoh God, I’m going to have this baby right now if you keep hitting bumps.”

Into the hospital and my first experience with the prep nurse is a disaster, she’s old, crabby and probably at the end of her shift – She doesn’t really believe in Lamaz!  As soon as I was in the delivery room, I was grateful to see that I had a Lamaz-trained nurse with us.  If you know anything about the LaMaz method, you know the mother to be needs a partner who can work with her through the pain.  Our classes had been disastrous and he didn’t want to practice, sooooooo.  It wasn’t very long before the nurse knew we were headed for hysteria so she just pushed him aside and said in a very loud voice “Listen to ME when I count and tell you when to breath in and out.” It took just a short time to get in the rhythm and Baby Berti was born fairly quickly.  It turns out I slept through the first two stages and by the time I got to the hospital I was already in the crazy stage known as Transition no wonder the techniques designed for the beginning stages hadn’t worked.

She was beautiful and a little jaundiced so we both got to stay in the hospital a few more days.  We had been calling her Nicole but it didn’t seem quite right. I wanted to call her Gabriella but her father said he didn’t like the nickname Gabby.  I was leaving the hospital and taking my last luxurious sitz bath when in walks one of the floor nurses.  She was a big Jamaican woman who looked down on me and said in her lilting accent, “Mrs. Berti, that baby don’t have a name and she is NOT leaving this hospital till you put one on that birth certificate.” OK I had been warned and duly noted.  That day Baby Berti left the hospital with a beautiful name;  Chiara Jude Berti.  I had wanted my little angel to have an Italian name – Chiara is Italian for Clare and from that day forward she was always my Chiara de la luna, the bright and clear light of the moon.

I had visions of her distant future husband whispering in her ear, “Chiara what a beautiful name you have!” What I didn’t anticipate in her future was the constant mispronunciation of her lovely name and having to send her to school with the phonetic spelling of her name pinned on her dress!!!  She blossomed into a beautiful woman with a beautiful name.  She is  an accomplished young woman and a loving and devoted mother.  And I am so pleased that when she had her own gorgeous little girl, she chose a lovely and unique name too – Finley Ray Clark.

Happy Birthday honey, sorry this blog is belated but the pc gremlins were busy, busy, busy yesterday and I couldn’t get on the computer.  33 years is a hell of long time, where oh where did it go??

Is it real fur?

Finny is off to a party.

Getting Fin's ears pierced

Chiara and Finley Ray

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Pappardelle with Caramelized Onions and Parmesan.

Tonight’s dinner except I used Farfalle-it was DELICIOUS!! I want to make it sometime for guests because it is pasta BUT not your ordinary pasta and sauce dish or as we knew it in my house growing up – macaroni and gravy.  And just because Mr. P insists that I don’t give him enough vegetables, we had escarole too.  Even if pride cometh before the fall, I have to say this meal was totally great. And YES it is a Martha recipe.  The recipe for caramelized onions and the pappardelle dish came out of Every Day Food.  The escarole recipe came from Wegman’s.

Curiouser and Curiouser

Have you any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?” And with this non-sequitur we get a pretty good idea just how mad the Mad Hatter is! And Johnny Depp is the PERFECT  Mad Hatter.  After all we are talking about a superbly talented actor who has so convincingly portrayed such characters as Edward Scissorhands, Captain Jack Sparrow, Ed Wood, Ichabod Crane and Willie Wonka. In my opinion his star quality stole the scene whenever he was on screen in Alice in Wonderland. Anne Hathaway, Helena Bonham Carter and Mia Wasikowska were all very good in their roles but Johnny commands the screen.

I recommend seeing Alice in Wonderland but then again this is coming from a woman who owns 32 copies of Alice in Wonderland.  But you already knew I was a collector! – just in case you wonder what the category Peter Coddles is…that’s my collecting, and the name of a turn of the century parlor game.   Most of  the editions bear the original  John Tenniel illustrations.  I even have two copies in Spanish that I found in Argentina.

Would you like some tea?

But back to the movie, the 3-D effects are very good, however when the cards were running I thought they looked like runaway lobsters.  Put on your 3-D glasses and enjoy.  And by the way, this is NOT a kid’s movie – Off with their heads!

Museums Special Section – Recalling the Craze for a Game of Chance – NYTimes.com.

Tonight seems to be the night for revisiting old friends and old blogs.  I love to play Mah Jongg and my friends know it – I received at least 3 copies of this article and I had the paper myself.  Last Thursday, an article on Mah Jongg appeared and I’d like to share it with you.  My love of the game developed a couple of years ago.  It’s not genetic, my mother didn’t play, my grandmother didn’t play, I’m not Jewish and I’m not Asian but I do love to play certain games and I like to collect things. So 14 Mah Jongg sets later (these are big items to collect!) I have become a discriminating owner of some unusual sets.  There is a picture in the article of a score card I’ve never seen before.  Anyway,  I think you’ll enjoy the article.

Circa 1923 Mah Jongg Scorecard

The Ten Retired Girl Scout Cookies Fans Miss Most – DivineCaroline.

I hadn’t planned on revisiting the Girl Scout cookie issue because thank God in a rare moment of sanity I actually gave all the rest of the evil ones to my doormen and handymen.  BUT then my friend Gail sent me this article and ohhhhh did it ever bring back some memories.   I didn’t remember all of the retirees but Ole Oles!!! This is a great blog about Girl Scout cookies, I wish I had written it myself 🙂  And I learned that there are TWO different cookie bakers, wow!!

The first photo was taken on Sunday March 14th, a bleak misty day at the shore.  The second photo was taken yesterday March 21st.  Mother Nature  is freaking amazing.  You see this is why living in a place where there are 4 separate seasons is so great.  Just when you think the doldrums of winter have robbed your soul of life, your spirit of a sense of well-being, Mother Nature rewards you a clouldless blue sky, crocuses and snow drops peeking their heads out from under dead brown leaves, the grass looking a shade greener, the sound of birds chirping the morning call to rise and signs everywhere of perrenials reappearing.

The rose bush has new growth buds all over it.  The forsythia, which on Friday had green buds appearing on its lanky branches, today had slivers of yellow peeping out on those same buds.  But best of all, I think the rate of growth of the daffodils is truly unbelievable.  Check out these photos.

Daffodils March 14th

Daffodils March 21st

Stephen Sondheim’s 80th birthday is Monday March 22nd.  The parties began last week and why I didn’t get to go should maybe be the subject of another blog.

Sondheim: The Birthday Concert was hosted by the suave star of Broadway, David Hyde Pierce with the New York Philharmonic Orchestra conducted by Paul Gemginani.  Last Monday and Tuesday at Avery Fisher Hall,  thrilling concerts celebrating the life of  the man and his music  were held.  Performances by an all-star cast including Patti Lupone, Mandy Patinkin, Audra MacDonald and Bernadette Peters, Elaine Stritch and Nathan Gunn thrilled the sold-out concerts.

My friends Helen and Gail went to Monday night’s concert and were delighted with the performances and thoroughly entertained.  Especially moving was the final song; the aisles filled with a chorus of  young Broadway performers clad in black who joined in singing Sunday, the climactic anthem from Sunday in the Park with George. Mr. Sondheim was in the audience and with tears in his eyes acknowledged the thunderous applause.

But did I get to see Mr. Sondheim? NO.  Did I get to hear David Hyde Pierce’ s witty remarks and the running Sweeney Todd jokey references? NO.  Peter attended the Tuesday night concert fortunately as a guest of our friend, Bernie West – Unfortunately, Bernie’s wife,  Joyce who is recuperating from knee surgery wasn’t up to going out and Peter got lucky!!

Stephen Sondheim, known as Broadway’s prodigious boy wonder to it’s beloved aging monarch is probably known best for his big Broadway break as the lyricist for West Side Story. Over the years, he wrote many  spectacular Broadway hits such as: Follies, Sweeney Todd, A Sunday in the Park with George, Gypsy and A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum. He has been the recipient of an Academy Award, multiple Grammy Awards, a Pulitzer Prize, numerous Tony Awards

West Side Story

Sweeney Todd

including a Lifetime Achievement Award in Theater.

And in the Only in New York category, Peter and Bernie sat right behind Regis Philban and his wife, Joy and Stephen Sondheim was sitting across the aisle, having the time of his  life –  me too!!! Writing a blog, doing bills, eating left-overs, it was great.