Wednesday, March 13, 2013
This shiksa has learned to make gefilte fish for Passover, March 25th. We used 30lbs. of Black Cod, Rockfish and Tilapia. We were told by an expert that our texture was perfection.
I worshiped at the altar of David Bowie.
I tried Mexican dried shrimp cakes, aka...Tortitas de Camaron for the first time last Friday for Lent. Give me homemade gefilte fish anyday! I swear, the shrimp cakes were the very, very worst things I've ever swallowed.
I prayed to St. Therese of Lisieux for my committee to win Tablescapes this year...we didn't. Bitch.
I considered putting a hex on a frenemy "who I felt so lonely in his company". I donned a scary robe, dug out a black candle, was about to prick my finger, but then I consulted my Runes and was told that it will all work out. Apparently there's already a prick involved.
After the temper tantrum (which may have really originated from starting The Fast Diet...I desperatley need a cocktail) and deciding not to bathe myself in bad karma, I looked at the stars, found The Little Dipper, made a wish and surrounded the World in White Light.
Then, I kissed my husband, the atheist, and wished him a good night.