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I know it may seem kind of gross from the picture, but cornflakes really give this baked macaroni and cheese the crunch kids love. Here’s how it goes:

Ingredients:

1 pkg whole wheat penne

1 large container of 9% gvina levana (white cheese in Israel)

1 tbsp butter

2 tbsp flour

4 slices gilboa/emek yellow cheese

2 -3 cups milk

1 cup cornflakes

Directions:

Cook  noodles as directed and set aside. Place butter in medium saucepan and melt. Add flour to make a roux (should look very dry). Quickly add milk and stir. Milk should thicken. Stir for about a minute then add cheese. Stir until the cheese melts and set aside. Pour container of white cheese into the mixture and mix, then pour into bowl with noodles. Gently mix then pour noodle mixture into 9×13″ pyrex dish. Sprinkle with Kelloggs Cornflakes (Telma also works- that’s the one in the picture- but Kelloggs tastes much better!)

Bake at 180 F for 1/2 hr.

Prep time: 10 min

What’s also great about this recipe is the amount of cheese and milk you can sneak into it. And the whole wheat noodles are a healthy choice! Add sliced veggies like carrots, peppers, and cucumbers (note: serve the veggies first to help the kids hold out their appetite while the noodles are in the oven)

Note the happy child in the picture. Next week I’ll post the recipe for that orange soup!

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An Array of Ailments

TLCI have been away for a really long time. I’m sorry- I’d like to blame it all on jet-lag, but we did get back from Toronto two months ago. Since then, Rafi and I both started new (wonderful) jobs, Rafi’s with not as wonderful hours. Then came Sukkot, where we didn’t have a chance to breathe and I didn’t check my email once in three weeks (it was actually really nice learning what life is like without a computer- like rehab). And then last week I went to the hospital with Achinoam at around 4 am because she couldn’t be calmed and she threw up. When does a 4 month old throw up? When they have viral meningitis. I will not go into it here, but Baruch Hashem in a big way that she is ok. So for any mothers out there are wondering if they should take their baby to the doctor or wait till morning, go with your gut. You can’t beat a mother’s instinct. So she is better now, again, thank Gd, and I come down with what I think is a virus. But instead of getting better, I’m holed up at home with the chills and a fever, sore throat and I decide to call the doctor. Apparently, I have swine flu. Again, I am more or less fine now and I’m hoping no one near me will catch it- at least until I’m able to take care of them. Now, today (yes, this is happening as you’re reading this), I am home with one of the worst headaches of my life- probably unrelated to the flu, but the doctor said my husband needs to stay home and take care of me. So that’s him up there- I had to take a picture for posterity, since I just charged my camera after three months of a dead battery, and also because he never stays home anymore and it’s nice having him around for the day. Here’s to a healthy next week!

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Cheeks

Yes, they're my cheeks. The rest is Rafi.

Yes, they're my cheeks. The rest is Rafi.

Yes, the cheeks are filling out. No need to comment on them. I have a lot of people here who think they’re cute!

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Rafi's amazing artisan bread

Rafi's amazing artisan bread

Rafi made this amazing bread for shavuot last week. His culinary skills have seriously surpassed mine and the funny thing is, I’m ok with it. I never thought I would be. When we first got married, I insisted on being the super wife- cooking up gourmet meals in the kitchen. I loved it, but I know it partly came from wanting to carve out a niche for myself in the relationship. It was a way to give, to provide for my husband and my family, and it was very fulfilling.

For me, cooking is still fun, but since pregnancy and child rearing, I guess I’m finding more ways to contribute and the cooking just isn’t as important to me. Although, it could just be that I’m in my 39th week and heck, following all those instructions? I’d rather sit back and watch the Today show. That’s why Rafi’s new culinary skills couldn’t have come at a better time. Since I have limited ability to stand up in the kitchen, he has recently taken over. He now has a favourite blog and a website that he goes to for recipes (desserts mostly). Cooking allows him freedom to explore his creative side and create something from nothing. When it comes out good, which it always does, it’s really fulfilling.

Something else came out of this “baking binge” (if you will) and that is more admiration of him. When we’re looking for a husband, we have in our heads the criteria we’re looking for. We’re very often turned off when that person isn’t exactly what we want. I remember when we were dating (this actually sounds nuts), one day in the summer he wore a polo shirt untucked. He had always worn a tucked in striped or plain blue button down shirt so this was a big change. I don’t know why, but I was like, “what are you wearing?” In my head, he had to be put together and look like a mentch. Yes, when one day he wore shorts I almost blew my top!  I got over it (I know that wasn’t the best example, but it certainly illustrated my nuttiness).I realized he could be himself, not the image in my head.

So when he took on these baking projects and the outcome was just way beyond what I ever had the patience to create, I realized this was a whole unexplored dimension to my husband that I never knew before and I saw him in a whole new light. Isn’t that what relationships are all about? Always keeping an open mind and heart to discovering new and wonderful qualities in your spouse. It’s nice when it happens and I hope and know that there will be many more good surprises like this one along the way!

You can see some of his creations here. Yes, he was mentioned on my sister-in-law’s blog!

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Blankie

comfort zone

comfort zone

It’s funny how life comes full circle sometimes. I still have my blankie that I’ve had since I came home from the hospital 28 years ago. It’s not in the best shape, but it’s still useful. The only thing is, it’s not useful for me anymore because my daughter now uses it. She’s so attached to it, something like I was at her age (and older, and older). She needs it to go to sleep, she asks for it when she is upset, and he just likes being around it. I look at it and think about all the memories it holds, all the love that my mother had when she crocheted it with her own hands all those years ago. I sometimes want to repair it and make it new again, but that will somehow erase the delicate charm of loving years that it has.

I guess I don’t know how to say this, but now that it’s no longer mine, that somehow means time is going by and we’re getting older. Rafi said it to me today as shabbat was ending, “isn’t it funny about days- how they end and don’t come back.” Kind of a sad thing to think about, but happy that hopefully we just had the best day we could have had- such a nice shabbat together playing with the kids all day and spending time together as a family.

So in a way, blankie represents time. It’s not just an old ratty blanket. It’s all my mother’s memories of me, my memories, and now, Tzviya’s. Blankie looked a little different back then, just like time. You can’t make time look the same- we can’t turn back the clock. But moving forward every day and creating our own memories and life experiences adds to the interwoven charm and richness that is the blanket of our life.

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(almost) all grown up

(almost) all grown up

Last night I was putting Tzviya to sleep and she just didn’t want to go. Maybe it was because we weren’t in our house, I don’t know, but I held her for about 40 minutes and sang to her. I never do that anymore. Don’t think I’ve done it since she was a year old, but for some reason, last night I just let her fall asleep in my arms. As I gazed down at her, I thought to myself first, mah rabu maasecha Hashem (How great are your creations, Hashem). She just looked so perfect to me, so pure, and so innocent. I wanted to stay there and just freeze time.

This is in contrast to my during-the-day-Tzviyali. She’s become this fiercly independent child. Determined to do everything she puts her mind to. If she wants something, she’ll let you know. OOh boy will she ever. She’ll also tell you if she doesn’t want something- and exactly how she wants it. She’ll tell you that we’re going to eat popsicles on the porch later and that the cat went back home and said “meow”. She’ll tell you that she wants milk and not water, and that she’d rather watch Franklin than Toopy.  She is 21 months this week and I can’t believe this change in her- it came upon me so fast. One example is with trains. Gedalya has loved these Thomas trains since he was about her age. He learned very quickly how to put the tracks together, the colours of each train, and of course, their names. Tzviyali is no differennt now. This week she put a whole track together herself.

Maybe it’s because the new baby is coming. Maybe. But even though I’d love her to stay a baby forever, she’s going to grow up and I’ll be there clapping for her, playing with her, and marveling at all her great achievements, and I know they will be big. They already are.

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Abba Bunny

The things we do to get our kids to listen

The things we do to get our kids to listen

Rafi and I have been having a really hard time getting Mr. G dressed in the morning. He just doesn’t want to go to the bathroom, brush teeth, and get dressed. I don’t know if this is a phase or what, but we’ve tried everything- forcing, not forcing, ignoring, begging, and bribery. But this is an all-time low. Love the costume sweetie!!

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