Purim is a funny time on my personal Jewish calendar. It's my favorite holiday, hands down, but with it comes a sense of foreboding---Pesach is right around the corner, and then, for all intents and purposes, it's time for camp. And as soon as we get home from camp this year, G-d willing, we're making a Bar Mitzvah for my oldest son. So, my friends...let the games begin!
To start off the "Purim season," such as it is, I baked my first batch of hamantashen last night. (I also determined that if you use a piece of parchment paper that's much bigger than your cookie sheet, IT WILL CATCH ON FIRE. Just in case you were wondering.) I baked my second batch today. And then my oven blew up. Ok, I think the element died. But there was a loud popping noise and a flash of greenish light, and for a minute I thought the cookies and I were done for. Happily, we're all in one piece, but Batch Number Three is going to have to wait.