No Doubt

I had written a confession of my Big Doubt about the nature of God in the face of Parkinson’s, but tonight is the birthday of the world, so I’ll leave that post for another time. Tonight I have No Doubt about the wonderfulness of beets from the farmer’s market, peanut chicken cooked in the slow cooker, songs from the 1950s, and my family.

Happy Birthday, world.

L’Shanah Tova.

Apples 'n' honey, candles, round raisin challah.
And let's not forget the wine, which can sometimes
 be helpful when dealing with doubts.

The bad boy of the Rosh Hashanah neighborhood: gefilte fish.  (shudder)

The humble beet:  it's what's right with the world.