Sunday, September 12, 2010
It's a new year. And there are new fruits. It's a new season. OK it's not really, but today I had to close a window, because cold air was coming in (!), so I will pretend it is. I am living in a new apartment, in what feels like a new city, though it isn't, because I've lived here before. I have now moved within Connecticut about four times since I've moved back to Connecticut, and that feels...very strange. Not bad strange though. And this is a very new-apartment-like new apartment: it has white walls and wood floors, and because the longer I stay away from New York the more I realize I am an irrecoverable New Yorker, I think that's how an apartment should be.
I baked challah, round as is traditional for Rosh Hashanah, to symbolize the cyclical nature of years. It came out a bit (well OK a lot) lopsided. I decided the lumpy part represents this odd season that is not yet a new season, and the smooth level perfect part represents the rest of the year to come. I have never had a smooth level perfect year, or even a smooth level perfect month. But I am perpetually, in the face of all empirical evidence to the contrary, optimistic that this year I will.