Happy New Year!
Rosh Hashanah is the one time of the year I go to synagogue. I can say a grand total of 10 words in Hebrew, but I do love that most Jewish holidays revolve around food. I slept through services this morning, but the apartment is celebrating today appropriately with apples and honey.
I can’t wait for the apartment’s inaugural Chanukah latkes and Passover seder; two more holidays I observe for the sake of delicious traditional food.
But today our celebrating isn’t extending beyond the couch and Thai delivery from 2 blocks away. Or in Hazel’s case, taking shots by 3pm. The appropriate way to ring in the new year for a couple of raging atheists.