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Yesterday, I roasted my first-ever whole chicken, and it was somehow easier to deal with than skinless, boneless pieces. It also came out absolutely amazing??? Maybe it was just a perfectly fatted bird, but the skin came out so crispy?? Anyway, Passover was great! Jules came over with some freaking incredible Brussels sprouts and passionfruit sorbet, plus the... three bottles of wine we went through before we parted at like 11:30?? My down-the-block neighbor Jane also came by with her HUGE delightful baby Z! We talked about how our parents met and how the world will improve when we personally are the benevolent dictators of all and books and history and So Much More. It was good! It was lovely to do so after spending Friday night at Shabbat dinner with my other friend Jane. I was very glad to spend so much time shopping and cooking to get out of my head about sudden upcoming job-loss grief, which I am working hard to transmute into spite for finding a new, better thing, but it's still stinging like hell.

The three recipes on my end that made it all work:

Roast chicken with herb chutney, which I made atop a bunch of fingerling potatoes, just incredible

Moroccan charoset, which you can roll into balls or just eat as is; I used almonds instead of walnuts this year and it was lovely af

Soft matzah, which I only realized this year was a thing! I feel like I'll need to make more to get the hang of it, but holy cats, it's very simple and so tasty

Also, shout-out as ever to the Manischewitz matzah ball soup mix, which I just found out is vegetarian — reliable and so so easy; I'm glad I nabbed literally the last box at the grocery store yesterday morning

Gingko is in full rude girl mode today, after spending the night sleeping oh so sweetly on the other pillow at the head of my bed. Yesterday, she threw a tantrum when I wouldn't let her take a second trip down our business drag to beg for treats at each shop. Today, while doing just that, she made a scene at the queer gift shop/gallery. When she's hungry, especially when she can see food but can't have it yet, she'll point with her paw to, say, where her bowl goes. She'll also paw at your leg (or laptop) for attention. At the gallery, she thwapped one of the two owners in the junk! ("That's far from the first time that's happened," his partner said dryly from the couch nearby.)

Right now, she's in the crate, after I found her, yet again, all four feet atop my dining room table, trying to clean up plates and glasses. For once, she's not complaining (shouting and hollering!!), so... perhaps she knows she needs to chill out!! Which means it's time for me to take a shower and bite the bullet on my goddamn taxes. The free-file of affliction, sigh.