quickly wright down impressions of shabbat dinner at the rabbi's 2

Jan 17, 2015 14:20

And now they stand a bit at a distance and form the contours of that wonderful musical instrument that hasn't been invented yet, the three of them.  A vessel filled with beautiful poetic exchanges about food, life, clothing, husbands.  The three whales, the foundation and celebration of womanhood - 1) food, 2) color (of hair, jewerly and wardrobe. - lies, just like this one, I needed to have three whales, not four or two), and 3) husband's lack of understanding of wardrobe and accessories.

Blue, I love blue, that's my favorite color. what is your favorite color? Blue.  And the next day: that marine looks so lovely on you, it is you, this color.  Oh thank you, that is my favorite color. (yesterday it was blue)
If the person is lying to you about their favorite color, I wonder if he or she is holding a grudge against you...
- I have eight pairs of blue pants in my closet.  My husband asks "what's the difference between them?  They look all the same to me."   A burst of laughter.

But the exitement in the faces and voices when women share their secret unbeaten recipes, not completely, gd forbid, when they exchange little tricks of their culinary, when it all culminates to the two of them creating with their flittering naming of precise spices a new dish, the intonations that go with the flavors - oh, the captivation of the moment.

sketches, наброски для "пересекая границы", prose

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