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Tomorrow is my husband's birthday, and of course you know that we must have cheesecake. Again. That said, he jumped the gun and decided to make cheesecake a couple of weeks ago (this post is slightly late).

This time, for round two, he decided to layer it. Chocolate on the bottom and plain on top. I decided it would be even prettier with some raspberry sauce.

Last weekend I purchased a few apples from the farmers market in Union Square, and had a couple of large ones left this weekend. Usually when I have a bunch of apples on hand I'll make apple crisp, but I wanted to do something different. Considering I only had two apples, I couldn't make a full apple pie, so I decided to try making single-serving pies. I had no idea if it would turn out okay, but hooray - they're great!

Since no work was permitted on the Sabbath, they prepared Saturday's meal in advance, assembling a stew, a cholent, with potatoes, barley, and sometimes a piece of meat. A sweet and savory pudding made from leftover bread simmered within the stew. Her mother removed the pot from the coal stove and covered it with brown paper, then tied it around several times with string. Sala wrote their name on the paper and carefully carried the large pot around the corner to Shimon the baker, who inserted it on a long paddle into the recesses of his giant oven. together with dozens of other pots from neighbors, each tied and identified, ready to be served hot for the next afternoon's meal.

-Sala's Gift by Ann Kirschner

Bread pudding is both good and weird at the same time. It tastes sweet and filling, yet I sit there thinking that it's a weird texture for bread - but yet again, it's not exactly bread anymore; then I think that it's a weird texture for pudding, but it's not exactly pudding either. It's almost like it is in this in between state of bread and pudding: not quite one or the other. A twilight zone of sorts.

One of our more frequent breakfasts is biscuits. I'm not a big one for biscuits and gravy, but I usually make some gravy for my husband. Me? I'm more of a biscuits and jam kind of girl.