The above photograph is my submission for Ruby Tuesday. Visit Mary for more photos from around the world.
A Jewish man who died on Mount Rainier set off a controversy regarding religion vs science. His death, and subsequent remains, ended up in a courtroom battle with the family fighting for release of his body for burial, against the coroner who wanted to do an autopsy.
You can read the full article, here.
I am currently reading a novel entitled The Emperor of Lies, by Steve Sem-Sandberg. It is over 600 pages long, yet quite the page-turner. A review will be forthcoming, once I finish it. I am about one third of the way through it.
On my to-read shelf is the novel The Girl in the Blue Beret, by Bobbie Ann Mason.
Happy Birthday Scott (my son), who resides in Japan with my daughter-in-law Junko, and grandson Anthony. I can’t believe you are 41! Enjoy your day! I miss and love you.
Some of you have seen my photograph of my mostaccioli dinner that I made on December 25th. It is a true Italian dish, and a recipe handed down to me by my mother, who always made it on Christmas Eve. Yes, Christmas Eve. My mother was not Jewish, my father was. In order to be considered Jewish, I had to convert, years ago. I still make mostaccioli on Christmas Eve, although due to other commitments, I made it on Christmas Day, this year. For me it is a way of remembering and honoring my mother, and my grandmother, two strong women who came before me, two women who held traditons dear. I don’t celebrate Christmas, I just happen to make mostaccioli on Christmas Eve (there is a major difference). And, at times, my menorahs are lit, because one of the nights of Hanukkah often falls on that day.
My grandmother was an Italian immigrant, who came to the U.S. at the age of seven, with my great grandparents. My mother was first generation American, as my grandfather was also an Italian immigrant.
Mostaccioli on December 24th has been a family tradition since I was a child. And, my children have fond memories of having it on December 24th. It was something we all looked forward to, and my daughter Sarah, still does. She calls it “mom’s famous mostaccioli”. LOL Sarah is Jewish, her husband is Jewish, my grandies are Jewish, but the mostaccioli recipe that has been handed down is definitely born from Italian Catholic roots.
When I get the chance, I will post the recipe in my blog, for all to see and/or use.
December 27, 2011, 1 Tevet, 5772
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