I made it. 24-hours without food or drink - and I live to tell the tale. More importantly, I lived to participate in my break-the-fast, smoked fish-athon celebration Saturday night.
The groaning board (and I do mean pleasurable groaning) consisted of:
*A selection of plump, chewy bagels
*Three creamed cheese spreads - plain, veggie & chive
*A whole side of glistening, sliced, pink smoked salmon
*Sliced smoked sable
*Smoked trout
*Herbed, smoked mackeral
*Two golden-skinned, baby chubs
*Whitefish salad
*Thinly sliced muenster cheese
*Kalamata olives
*Sliced plum and green zebra tomatoes
*Homemade dilled cucumber salad
*Rugelach cookies
And, then there was the dish that everyone really showed up for: the noodle kugel. Rich, sweet, cheesy, flecked with the tart intensity of dried apricots and offset by a buttery crunchy topping, it was a sight to behold. And, it goes without saying that we didn't just "behold" the two beauties that I whipped up.
I may have spent the last 24 hours atoning for my sins, but one bite into this Judaic, artery-clogging marvel and I was well on the road for another year of decadence. Luckily, my friends - Jewish and otherwise - were more than happy to help pave the way.
The food didn't know what hit it. Seconds were consumed. Then thirds. Then, goodness help us, fourths.
Wine was consumed. Much wine. Lots o' wine.
Music was played. Much music. Lots o' music.
Candles were lit. We were lit.
Dancing in the kitchen commenced.
The party didn't die down until 1:30am.
Thinking that I might need to pull a 48-hour fast next Yom Kippur to make up for the year's misdeeds. But, if Saturday night is any indication, I have a sneaking feeling that it'll be worth it...
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