Shavuot Is Coming, and I'm HUNGRY.
I'm also on a diet. I am half-heartedly trying to lose x number of pounds (kilos, for my Israeli friends and family. Actually, my weight sounds a lot better in kilos. . . ). I say "half-heartedly," not because my heart isn't in it--it is--but rather because ( על חטא שחטאתי לפניך ...) I enjoy food. And also eating it. I'm not a gourmet, but probably (alas) more of a. . . gourmand . I said it. And now the whole world knows (or, only that tiny little portion who reads this blog; not so bad, really. . . ) And to my utter dismay, just when I am finally back down to where I was just before Pesach , of all things-- Shavuot has to come up. All of a sudden! You'd think that I'd be prepared, I've been counting the Omer so diligently since Pesach-yes, with a bracha (-eat yer hearts out) But I'm not. I am not prepared to pass over (heh heh, 'pass over,' get it?) cheese cake and spinach cheese quiche and milchig noodle kugel and ice cream with ...