I have been experimenting with chickpea pasta, which I think is the best tasting of the pasta substitutes, and with cooking it ahead of time to develop resistant starch.

Every one of my grandparents was an immigrant. I can’t imagine the courage it took to leave everything they knew for another country across an ocean.

Then there’s the fact that American English has adopted so many Yiddish words (albeit with Germanized orthography and slightly altered definitions) that all kinds of people use them without any clue of their origins.

Many happy returns of the day!

ווי אזוי זאָגט מען "What the fuck?" אויף ייִדיש?

“It was three o'clock in the morning—the wisest and most accursed hour of the clock. But sometimes it sets us free.”
—Lucy Maud Montgomery, “The Blue Castle,” 1926.

All the more reason to organize resistance.