Lee Came, Lee Went

We were quite worried and stressed about Hurricane Lee and what it might do to us, our old house and our trees.  Our worry turned out to be unwarranted. Lee gave an eastern turn farther out to sea. It was a real problem for those living at the coast, as it ate away at shores, a storm surge effects those vulnerable.  We had some rain, something we needed anyhow, and a lot of strong winds – strong, bowing trees but only small branches and many leaves came down.  We were able to have Rosh HaShonah dinner with friends. 

Chaim and Theresa brought delicious, that is truly special, gefilte fish from the Bronx and Chaim made the most gorgeous challah ever.  If we hadn’t eaten so much, I’d show you a picture.  I made a salad of beans and shallaots from our garden, plus roasted red peppers and kalamata olives.  Woody put a roasting chicken on the spit and made a noodle kugel.  Lilly brought wine and David baked a honey cake from a recipe that Norma Simon gave me before she died.  She used to make it every year for Rosh HaShonah with us after he husband died.

We were quite stressed by Lee and the preparations for it.  Saturday, we both just lay about much of the day.  Of course¸we watched the  Michigan game in the evening, after eating leftovers. The first half, Michigan looked sub par. I think McCarthy was bedazzled by the hype about him and thought he was superman and could throw into traffic safely.  I hope he learned otherwise.  Four turnovers will not get Michigan far.

We may actually get to can a few jars of tomatoes this week. I think we can get by on the sauce we’ve caned so far.  Even a couple of jars of tomatoes would help us through the winter and spring.

Zucchini mélange tonight – a dish I make all summer and into the fall, different every time.  It always has zucchini, onions, garlic, pesto added, orego, but then it varies each time --sometimes eggplant, often peppers, pattypans, tomato sauce or jars of tomatoes, dried tomatoes added, or fresh tomatoes chopped.  We had the chicken for two nights.  Enough left for sandwiches.

I wrote two poemsthis week, did some editing on THE HOUR OF MY DEATH and wrote a bit in it.  A productive week in spite of the threat of Lee hanging over us. Hurricanes are worst than nor’easters for us, although they’ve done plentyiof damage over the years. Hurricanes and fire what I fear most here as far as weather goes.  We’re on a hill, so flooding isn’t an issue, but wind damage is.