Day 257 (of this and that)

Stupid changing clock business. I woke up at 6am. BSM, bless his little soul, didn't make noise till 6:10. When will this end? I know, it's only been 2 days, but lo, I despair.

On the bright side, since we were both awake so early, I dropped him off at daycare at 7:30 and was shopping at Rami Levy by 7:45. That's the way to do it, yo. Show up 15 minutes after opening, get a great parking spot, be the first customer in the store, don't  have to push other people's carts out of your way (or have your cart shoved along), no-wait checkout... Ahhhhh. The one tricky part was since I parked in the best row, I had to actually think about the traffic pattern for getting to the exit: I've never parked so close to the store before.

Remember my obsession with chocolate leben? The kibbutz would have it every so often, and I would exult. I still haven't found it in the store, yet, but I found vanilla leben this morning. I was pretty excited, but it just tastes like vanilla yogurt that's been frozen and defrosted once. Nothing like the thick, rich, sour goodness of the kibbutz's chocolate leben.

To make up for the disappointment, I made pancakes, which I've been craving for a few months, now. However, those, too, failed to be as wondrous as I had hoped. I used the wrong sort of pan, the wrong level of heat, the wrong spatula, not enough oil... The last 4 pancakes came out great, but the first dozen were bummer-ish.

I did fill out the insurance claim for our lift, though! Any claim must be filed within 30 days, and today's only #29. We haven't opened everything yet, but the time has come. (The things that broke aren't a big deal, but as long as we paid to insure them, we might as well collect.)

This afternoon, BSM did grace us with a nap. Thank you, sweetie. While that happened, I made a sixtupled batch of Yerushalmi kugel. That's not something I plan to do again: it takes two colanders and two or three extra bowls, so it doesn't save on dishes. And a bunch of kugel flaked away while I was cutting it, so instead of two batches of kugel for kiddush, I have one big batch of kiddish kugel, a box of shredded bits that will be lovely in soup, and a container of tiny pieces of kugel for our next Yerushalmi Kugel Cocktail Party.