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I am so lazy during pesach. I essentially subsist off of matzoh, potatoes, broccoli, and the Passover desserts I can buy at whole foods. (Honestly, it’s a really good diet.) If I cared enough to make matzoh brei, I would be all about this sandwich. For now, I’ll just put the egg and ricotta on some plain streit’s I guess.
And the MoMA — it smells nice. It has a cozier smell than the Guggenheim.Yeah the rotunda isn’t really conducive to coziness. Olfactory matters abound in this week’s Talk of the Town.
But there was, I contend, a current that ran through the culture of the nineties, a theme that has not to my knowledge been recognized as such. That theme is the heroic dad.1990: The dadliest decade?
While it remains unclear why the piece is written in the collective we like the author is Jeffrey fucking Eugenides, the author’s point, well, has a point.hahahahaha, Jeffrey fucking Eugenides, a well put argument from Madeleine Davies. My friend and I used to laugh all the time about his ridiculous bio photo.
“Best Place to Stay the Hell Away From On the Weekends, Unless You’re Really Invested in the Idea of Seeing a NY1 Anchor In the Wild.”
BK Mag’s Brooklyn Superlatives.
Gouache on paper
Last night was the first night of Passover. Pesach is my favorite holiday - the singing, the meal, spending time with family, it’s almost a Jewish Thanksgiving! (You know, if the Pilgrims had escaped from slavery in Egypt instead of making hand turkeys with the natives.) Traditionally, it’s a holiday which is supposed to be celebrated with a big meal and lots of guests, though this year my family had a very quiet, small Seder.
Yesterday morning, my mother and I moved the last bits of my late grandmother’s possessions from her apartment - where we used to have our big Seders - to our house, and between all that, and my brother being in California, we didn’t really have the emotional endurance to do anything grand in the evening. My father made a brisket. I’d bought matzoh ball soup and chopped liver from Russ & Daughter’s on Sunday. We did the first half of the Seder - the brachas, the four questions, the recitation of the Ten Plagues, the talmudically-inclined discussions - but were really just having an ornate three-quarter family dinner. It was nice to be in Princeton. It was odd to be surrounded by my grandmother’s things in my parent’s home. I ate a little too much. We drank Manichewitz. We didn’t really do much of the second half, but made sure to sing the songs we loved, the tunes that will be stuck in my head for the next eight days like Chad Gadya and Adir Hu.
But then, we partook of the greatest family tradition of all: watching TV after dinner. My dad has a separate IP address so that he can stream BBC programming online. Whenever I’m home, it’s a safe bet that if it’s after 8pm I will be able to find him in his office watching something English. What makes this night different from all others? Well, on this night, we all sat in his office and watched English TV.
The first week I started working in public television, I’d returned to my parents home to spend the weekend with them. Longtime viewers of our local PBS affiliate, my parents told me they’d started watching a Masterpiece Mystery program based off the old Inspector Morse series, a prequel called Endeavour. Normally, I watch these programs and think, “oh, that was interesting,” but Endeavour had me hooked from the start. Besides the fact that it features Shaun Evans as the young Inspector Morse, who is entirely too good looking and I am now deeply in love with him, it has a wonderful score and is well acted all around. (I should say, by “wonderful score” I mean they play a lot of Mozart’s Requiem, and I think we all know by now that aside from a recent pining for Shaun Evans, the only man in my life for quite some time has been Herr Mozart.) So it was a highlight to end a low-key Seder by watching an episode of Endeavour from Series 2 which has been airing on ITV but has not yet made its way Stateside.
Series 2 has all the same elements of intriguing - if not overly complicated - mysteries, but I am enjoying that they’re delving more into character development. We’re getting back stories on characters like Thursday, and seeing Morse have something resembling a personal life. I hope you all tune in when it comes to PBS, but you should try and see it regardless of station loyalty. There is no real point of this meandering post beyond saying that, oh well.
As we say on Pesach, Dayenu! Enough. Family dinner would have been enough. A trip home would have been enough. Good TV would have been enough. Family dinner at home and good TV, what more can you want? Shaun Evans. You can want to make out with Shaun Evans, I suppose.