Turkey Day

Yesterday was non-stop pie day with my Korean accompanist, Jihye. She is, approximately, the size of my pinky finger and was bowled over by the enthusiastic welcome from Sam, the gregarious chocolate lab. Having never made pie, Jihye wanted to take part in the American experience that is Thanksgiving preparation. After many initial mishaps, we finished the evening with two apple pies and two pecan pies, and a lot of leftover praline filling. Mmmm....praline filling.

As an addendum, Jihye also learned the 'twelve days of beer' thanks to my other houseguest, Jason. Oh the joys of cross-culture exchange.

Happy turkey day everyone

Visit to the un-holy land

Just returned from a visit to Hattiespatch, reconnecting with my Yiddish mentor. She was fabulous as ever and we spent a great deal of time discussing the use of Yiddish in modern parlance. Having agreed that most people in Hattiesburg are true 'goyim' I think I might want to be a Jewish piano teacher when I grow up.

Unless I become a competitive horsewoman first. Or Colin Firth's hairdresser. Em, thoughts?

Why I love yiddish

Not actually about yiddish, but instead, my love for my jewish piano teacher. And how she taught me to insert yiddish into common southern parlance. This allows me to move freely from place to place, undetected.