The good Jews that we are, we decided it would be a superb idea to go to services at the local Temple, which is actually the chapel at Dartmouth. So, we got both kids dressed up and got ourselves dressed up, and we went out to eat in Hanover. Dinner went great (Mike got his usual bacon burger) and we continued on to the chapel. There were surprisingly quite a few people there and Jonathan's mohel led the services. The service started ten minutes late, at 7:10pm, and we were outta there at oh...say...7:15. A whole 5 minutes we lasted. Jonathan even wore his little kipa from the Hazzan family. It was all quiet, except for the mohel, and Jonathan started "talking" in his loud voice. We'll try again next year....maybe.In other news, Jonathan's hands are now securely in his socks, taped around the wrists. Hopefully his forehead wound will now be able to finally heal! Stay tuned...
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So first have a Shana Tovah!
Can't wait to visit.
Also - the recipe section is a good idea. I tried the Chicken Parmesan.
Not bad. So let me complement "the best husband in the world" who provided this gastronomical part of the blog.
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