Friday, September 14, 2007

Bigger Matzoh Balls - Not Always Better

So for Rosh Hashanah, we went to one place one night and another place the second night. You pretty much always know what you're getting for Rosh Hashanah dinner and it usually involves turkey and stringbeans in one form or another.

And gefilte fish and chopped liver. And matzoh ball soup. Yum-o.

I'm going to be diplomatic here.

The first night, we had matzoh ball soup in which the balls weren't so big, but they were full of flavor and light and fluffly.

The second night, we had more matzoh ball soup at our second location. The balls were bigger, but more dense and dry inside. And lacking that matzoh ball flavor I have come to love.

I was disappointed. But at least there was Carvel ice cream cake for dessert the second night.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Sometimes I'm Shy

So I attended my first all-staff meeting at my new company. The one from last month was canceled. I can't believe I've been here two months already.

I was so nervous because I hate being singled out in front of big groups of people and I just knew my boss was going to say something about me being new. Thankfully a guy just started today, so I knew I wouldn't be the only one.

So the new guy's boss got a chance to introduce him first, and the president of the company said that he wouldn't make the guy do an interpretive dance in front of everyone since it was only his first day.

Cue my boss, who then introduces me, and says that I've been here long enough to actually do an interpretive dance. I was so embarrassed.

No, I didn't do the dance. I'm lame.

Monday, September 10, 2007

You Know What's Awesome? Spinach and Feta Cakes

Oh. My. Gah.

On the advice of my sister-in-law T, I went to this new spot by my house, The Gourmet Girls. This little gem is tucked away in an industrial park and might go unnoticed save for the billions of signs in the area pointing toward it. Those Gourmet Girls really know how to advertise.

And I mean to tell you, their food is fabulous. T has been there a few times, since my nephew's day care is across the street. She said she has never had a bad thing from there. And being that T is an incredible cook and well-read in all things food, I tended to believe her.

So off I went on Saturday. It seems like their prepared foods case changes daily, as the dishes T described to me weren't there. I grabbed some ziti, chicken fingers, and one of the aforementioned spinach and feta cakes.

The chicken fingers were for my husband, so I didn't get to try any of them but he said they were good. The ziti, in a homemade tomato sauce with meat, was fantastic.

But that spinach and feta cake...I can't stop thinking about it. About the size of a good-size crab cake, the spinach and feta cake was filled with, you guessed it, spinach and feta. And some onion for flavor. And pepper. I heated that bad boy up and inhaled the thing.

I only hope next time I go back they're there.

As an aside, the shop has reasonably priced food and a huge menu of sandwiches, two of which T has tried and proclaimed awesome. So there you go. I've given my props for the day. Whew.

Thursday, September 6, 2007

This One's For You, Radish

Yeah, yeah. I haven't been updating my blog. Blah blah.

The truth is that I think about it all the time and yet I feel like I have nothing interesting to say.

Even though I'm very interesting. Or so I think.

My new job is going well. I feel like I actually know what I'm doing. You know how sometimes you start a job and you have to fake it a lot of the time until you actually get the hang of things? Not the case here. It's a good feeling!

I'm going to leave you with this for now, but I promise to be better about updating. It's hard to do when I get home from work since it's pretty late. I vow to you, my readers, that I will update during the day from now on.

I'm giving a shout-out to my sister, who is going on her honeymoon this weekend!! She's taking a cruise, leaving from Baltimore, up north. It sounds fabulous and I'm sure she and Dave will have a great time. Word.