JEWISH WAY WITH BRISKET.

Isn’t America wonderful? We have such a polyglot of cultures we can be Irish and cook Jewish on St. Patrick’s Day. Well, what the heck. Good food belongs to everyone. I don’t remember where I got this recipe, but I can tell you it is good.

1 brisket, as large as you can find with the bone in, (not corned.)
Boil two hours covered with 4-5 bay leaves and a large onion. Use a stainless steel pan and add 1/4 cup of vinegar to the water. Once cooked, drain and move to a baking pan. Stud with whole cloves and slather with Dijon mustard mixed with 2 tspns dk brown sugar. Add a can of peaches, spread juice and peaches around the base of the brisket and bake it until it is tender enough to cut with a fork. (About an hour.)

I’m going to try making it this year with the brisket already corned and see how it turns out. Mainly because my housemate, who has been invited to a friends for St. Patricks, feels cheated because she doesn’t get any leftovers for sandwiches. She bought me a brisket with red new potatoes and carrots, and cabbage, and said, “...there better be enough leftovers for a sandwich for me!”
Tomorrow, I’ll cover the St. Patricks Day festivities in town, but, I still haven’t solved my picture problem. Maybe, I’ll have better luck today. If not, I’m going to begin blogging old photos. Shoot, I have thousands of them.

PHOTO MODE

Since I'm in photo mode, especially old photos, I thought I'd share some of those I get in my email. This one is especially worth viewing,  even if you've already seen it.
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Jim is still scanning for me from my own old photos. Loooong project.
Here a couple photos from our trip:

From the Louisiana State Capitol

 The old capitol building rotunda.

A drawing of the assassination of Huey Long.  We visited there in March of this year.

HOOKED ON OLD PHOTOS

I'll have to admit I've become fascinated by aspects of the old photos I'm working with. It should come as no surprise because out on the road I've looked at other peoples old photos in museums or old houses and they have this compelling attraction. What really affects me is seeing  unknown faces sweetly sad or sincere staring at me in a second hand store-discarded.

Seeing them gives you a small glimmer into what life was like. Wearing dresses buttoned up high on the neck would drive me nuts. Tight, scratchy and less comfortable materials than we are used to, besides. And the hat. I once tried to copy my aunt's hat in paper for a fourth grade project. I think I still have a picture of it and now I'm bent on finding it and seeing how well I did.

 Somehow, I didn't see this picture of my mother and a boyfriend of hers until she was 79 years old. It was given to her by a friend who didn't want to throw it away. It brought gales of laughter to both of us. My dignified mother in this funny pose. I never thought of my mom acting like a typical young girl. Older photos tend to be so serious.

Everyone called me a "Tomboy" when I was growing up.  Now I see where I got it from. I loved climbing trees, but in a skirt and hat? Not on your life!  What a hoot to see Aunt Alice up a tree. Now, I'm thinking, I should resort to having my picture taken doing something silly so my great grandchildren can laugh at me.

 Here is my uncle Myron in a "formal" photograph. Boys then were dressed in dresses until they no longer needed diapers. He was very special to my grandmother because he was her first son. My grandmother lost six children that were still born before his birth. That figure alone boggles my mind.

And, look at that fancy chair! The fancy chairs and props the studios used in those days for photos also fascinates me. Some of you know I take pictures of chairs where ever I go. 

 Then Jim reminded me I already have some pretty silly photos. This one, an imitation of Minny Pearl while we were shopping for a hat for him.

And, here I am up a tree picking apples last year. But somehow, I don't think I look silly. Aunt Alice probably didn't think she looked sill either. Time will tell.