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oh, I was thinking it probably wasn’t you. The modding was much too slow. 😉
Which mod is on now?
Wow. I have no words for a person who would start a thread like this.
I know this isn’t very good, and I’m not sure if she (the older lady) asked her to give her chair or what, but maybe her granddaughter for some reason needed the chair. Also maybe the other girl was another granddaughter and she wanted it to give up the chair for her sister/cousin.
a very old one.
An Italian, a Scotsman and a Chinese fellow
An Italian, a Scotsman and a Chinese fellow are hired at a construction site.
The foreman points out a huge pile of sand and says to the Italian guy, ‘You’re in charge of sweeping.’
To the Scotsman he says, ‘You’re in charge of shoveling.’
And to the Chinese guy, ‘You’re in charge of supplies.’
He then says, ‘Now, I have to leave for a little while. I expect you guys to make a dent in that there pile.’
So the foreman goes away for a couple hours and when he returns, the pile of sand is untouched.
He asks the Italian, ‘Why didn’t you sweep any of it?’
The Italian replies, ‘I no hava no broom. You saida to the Chinese a fella that he a wasa in a charge of supplies, but he hasa disappeared and I no coulda finda him nowhere.’
Then the foreman turns to the Scotsman and says, ‘And you, I thought I told you to shovel this pile.’
The Scotsman replies, ‘Aye, ye did lad, boot ah couldnay get meself a shoovel! Ye left th’ Chinese gadgie in chairge of supplies, boot ah couldnayfin’ him either.’
The foreman is really angry now and storms off toward the pile of sand to look for the Chinese guy …Just then, the Chinese guy leaps out from behind the pile of sand and yells…
‘SUPPLIES!!’
Labels are useless in the long run (and maybe in the short run too) because everyone has a different definition for each one. For example, heimish can mean chasidish, chasidish background litvish, nothing (meaning someone who wouldn’t wear a hat on Shabbos and possibly identify themselves to be yeshivish and not identify themselves with being modern, just some place in the middle) and lots of other things.
hope that was clear.
how interesting that my ppor chinese cookie thread turned into a health thread. I must admit, its much more interesting though.
haifagirl, you mean like polyunsaturated and monounsaturated fats? About the cocunut oil, I once heard that its very healthy and I mentioned it to someone and they said it (eventually) lead to something no one wants. Dont remember what right now.
uh oh, call the mods! Someone stole mepals SN and password!
Ow, my poor ears! 😉
I’m here for a couple of minutes for the nighttime party! Who else is?
haifagirl: trans fat, saturated fat… margarine is the same. I usually replace margarine with oil, but I’m wondering if I could make a double jump here and have it come out good. (shortening to margarine to oil)
squeak, I was considering changing the year, then I decided not to. Isn’t honesty worth anything these days?
special thank you to Jax for taking over last mondays DT
kapustas DT for monday
Creation. After 5756 years it still mystifies us. Where did the world begin, and where will it end? We often forget to ask a question which is much more pertinent than how many stars are in the Milky Way. We forget to ask what are we doing on this world and where do we fit into the great picture of creation. This week we are reminded of that question by no one less then the Creator Himself.
After Adam and Eve ate the forbidden fruit from the Garden of Eden, they were gripped with shame. They covered themselves with fig leaves and hid from the wrath of G-d. G-d, about to interrogate them, appears as if he is searching the Garden for them as if they would be fugitives from justice. Then seemingly in mock frustration, He asks a question quite unbecoming the Omnipotent, “Where are you?” I was always bothered. Why the shtick. He knew good and well exactly where they were, precisely what they had done, and why they were hiding. Why then the question, “Where are you?”
Perhaps there is a great lesson for us to learn from this. Even after we commit what we may think is the greatest sin and we wish that we would disappear, we tend to lose self-confidence and self interest. Hashem doesn’t lose interest in us. He still asks for us. He wants to know where we are. He also wants us to know where we are.
In the town of Chelm, there was a man who was quite absent-minded. Upon going to the bathhouse he was worried that without clothes he would forget who he was. He tied a red string around his big toe in order to make sure he would not lose his identity. Unfortunately the string slipped off his toe and wound itself on the toe of a fellow bather. Shocked by seeing the string on his neighbor’s foot, he exclaimed, “I know who you are, but who am I?”
We often are occupied in asking “where is G-d?” or “who is G-d?” Sometimes our questions are placed in the present, “where is G-d?” Sometimes they are asked about the past, “where was G-d?” We are so caught up in the search for the unknown and the unseen that we often forget to search for ourselves. It is possible that G-d’s first question of man is an unremitting query that reverberates from time immemorial, “where are you?” Maybe we ought to ask ourselves constantly, “where are we?” We should it ask it as we analyze our standing in every aspect of life. After all, if G-d wants to know where we are shouldn’t we want to know too?
taken from Torah.org
Chinese Cookies
* 1 1/2 cups white sugar
* 1 1/2 cups shortening
* 1 egg
* 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
* 3 1/2 cups cake flour
* 1 1/4 teaspoons baking soda
* 3/4 teaspoon salt
* 1/2 cup ground walnuts
* 1 cup prepared chocolate fudge frosting
DIRECTIONS
1. In a medium bowl, cream together the sugar and shortening. Stir in the egg and vanilla, beat until light and fluffy. Combine the cake flour, baking soda and salt, stir into the creamed mixture. Dough will be stiff, you may need to use your hands to mix. Roll dough into a log about 15 inches long, and roll in the ground nuts. Wrap and chill dough for at least an hour or until firm.
2. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease cookie sheets.
3. Unwrap dough and cut into 1/2 inch slices. Place cookies 1 1/2 inches apart on the prepared cookie sheets.
mepal, oh, mepal, would you come here, dear? I would like to teach you something about making up comments about someone named kapusta (as much as you get anyway)
jk, I really was looking for a recipe and I asked mepal to start a thread cuz I promised myself that I wouldn’t spend time posting on the CR when I should/could be doing smarter/better/more useful things for Y”T. I did actually find a recipe (I’ll try to post it as soon as I find it again) but it has shortening. Now anyone know of a substitute for shortening? (I’m not expecting a very positive answer)
special thanks to mepal for starting this thread for me! Now just excuse me while I <sounds of running and mepal yelling for help> 😉
NY Mom, thanx for all the help!
Basically, all I’m doing is numbering a post and doing the same thing I would to make it blue letters? (in the super dumbed down version)
haifagirl, key word there “wonderful mods.” 😉
FYI, its not perfect, but its much better these days than it used to be. We used to go sometimes 4 or 5 hours with no updates. (sometimes)
aimhabonim, I know ONE person who went there. I think its similar to chochmas lev (someone I know who went to chochmas lev and the person who went to ateres I think applied to both)
BUT, less BYish, more academic.
No guarantees this is really what its like.
If some kind soul would like to teach me how to link to a specific post it would be appreciated.
I know someone (Israeli, must be what they do there) who decorates their sukkah with different materials and fabrics and lights. Its gorgeous!
yossi, its not a good idea to get so technical :p
FEI, (for everyones info) noitall’s thing actually works. I am absolutely FREEEEEZING and I have a laptop on my lap and its WARM!!! feels so good!
I think mepal has the right idea…
MKY, you seem to be posting comments that are not in the (indirect) same line of thinking as your name. Interesting…
Take this to general shmooze before this gets shut.
MKY, with all due respect, I think you should keep in mind that the URL on top of your computer screen has the site “theyeshivaworld” in it. “Theyeshivaworld” feels that certain comments aren’t appropriate and will delete them. This is nothing to do with you as a person, it only has to do with the comments that you post. The moderators invest time to make this site what it is and the way the game works is by following the rules. If you don’t like the game, then find another one to play. I don’t think it’s fair to attack any moderators for simply doing what is asked of them and I think an apology is in order. Remember that post editing happens to everyone, not only you.
Please don’t be offended, it is completely not intended as such.
I would like you to know in advance that I will probably not respond to any comments you make regarding this post.
<blink> is that really you???
on the subject of impostors, what ever happened to the kapusta impostor?
follow mepals directions. My backticks disappeared.
mepal, that was done so simply, “on top of the tab key” lol, wheres your sense of adventure? Isn’t it better to say near the one on the row of numbers… (or whatever I wrote)
Thank you google. 🙂
A backtick is a ` (right near the line of numbers, near the one across the top of your keyboard) and basically it doesn’t copy very well, so it has to be changed to an apostrophe. You can do it in notepad.
When you do paste, I think it goes
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pic(I haven’t done this in a looooong time)
Dr. mepal, doesn’t this sound to you like a backtick problem?
I think I heard it somewhere (unless it was you) and I probably would know but dont tell me (read: tell me)
squeak, lol! (now where did that come from?)
lol, in California its still AM. Would it make a difference that I happen not to be there right now?
anon, I heard a few times that the aluminim leeches into the food. It might be only with cooking (heat) but I would guess not.
Morning!
hi, mepal!
what ever happened to ladies first?!?!?!
g’night everyone, unless a mod magically appears now.
Jax, bad choice of language. I was just looking at something (dont even ask why) where someone was trying to teach a dog to sit. Do you know what the first thing I thought of when I saw that post?
Don’t worry, I’m staying!!!
nowhere!
Jax, wow! Thank you for sharing!
hello! <wave>
26, now you’re part of the night crowd? WELCOME!!!
uh, if I’m allowed to ask, what in the world is the day crowd doing here at night?
kapusta’s DT for monday
by Rabbi Mordechai Kamenetzky
The Talmud in Tractate Avodah Zarah talks about the future. It details for us a scenario that will occur after the final redemption, when the G-d of the Jews and His Torah are known and accepted by all of mankind. The entire world will see the great reward meted to the small nation that endured an incessant exile while following the Torah scrupulously. Then the idol-worshippers from other nations will line up before G-d and complain, “what about us?” Had we been given the Torah we, too, would surely have kept it! Why are you only rewarding the Jewish people?” The Talmud tells us that G-d makes a deal. “All right,” He tells them. “I’ll give you one easy mitzvah. If you observe it correctly, fine. However, if you do not, then your complaints are meaningless.
The Talmud tells us He will give them the mitzvah of Sukkah. G-d will then take out the sun in all its glory and the protection of the Sukkah will be no match for its rays. These idol-worshippers, predicts the Talmud, will kick the walls of the Sukkah and flee in disgust.
There are many mitzvos in the Torah. 613 to be exact. And there are quite a number of difficult ones. Some are conducive to despair and disheartenment without a broiling sun. Why, then, was the mitzvah of Sukkah chosen to be the cause celebre that differentiates our commitment to that of an idolator?
Rabbi Paysach Krohn, in his first book of the Magid Series tells the story of a Reb Avraham who was about to enter a restaurant one late spring afternoon. Upon entering, he noticed a familiar vagrant Jew, known to all as Berel the beggar, meandering outside.
Reb Berel, rumor had it, was a formidable Torah scholar back in the old country, but had his life shattered physically and emotionally by Nazi atrocities. He was a recluse, no one knew exactly where or how he lived: but he bothered no one, and not too many people bothered with him.
Reb Avraham asked the loner to join him for a meal. He was about to make a business trip up to Binghamton and figured that he might as well prepare for the trip with more than a hot meal – he would begin it with a good deed.
Reb Berel gladly accepted the offer; however, when it came time to order, he asked for nothing more than two baked apples and a hot tea. Reb Avraham’s prodding could do nothing to increase the poor man’s order. “All I need are two baked apples and a steaming tea,” he insisted.
Reb Avraham’s trip to Binghamton was uneventful until the rain and the darkness began to fall almost simultaneously. As if dancing in step, the darker it got, the heavier the deluge fell. All Reb Avraham remembered was the skidding that took him over the divider and into oncoming traffic on Route 17 in Harriman, New York. He came to shortly after two tow trucks had pulled his wrecked car from a ditch and lifted him to safety. Refusing hospitalization, he was driven to a nearby motel that was owned by the Friedmans, a Jewish couple who were readying the place for the summer migrations.
Mr. Friedman saw the battered Reb Avraham and quickly prepared a comfortable room for him. His wife quickly prepared a little something for him to eat. She brought it out to a shocked and bewildered Reb Avraham. On her serving tray were two baked apples and a glass of steaming tea.
When the Jews left Egypt, they had nothing to look at in the vast desert but faith. They built simple huts, almost in declaration: “Hashem we will do ours, we are sure You will do yours.” And those simple huts, those Sukkos, protected them from the heat, the cold, the wind, and the unknown. Hashem tells the prophet Jeremiah to tell his folk, “I remember the kindness of your youth as you followed Me in an unsowed desert.” (Jeremiah 2:2)
Perhaps when the final redemption arrives, it will again be the simple Sukkah that will stand as the protectorate and advocate of the People who stood for 2,000 years in the face of idolators, who invited the Jews to join them… or die. So, when we enter the Sukkah this year, let us remember that it is only a small Sukkah stop on a long journey home. And when we arrive there, the Sukkah will be there once again to greet us as it was more than 3,300 years ago in the Sinai Desert. After all, it’s nice to be served at the end of a 2,000-year-long journey with just desserts.
taken from Torah.org
80, that had nothing to do with me. Something tells me when you took the dessert, you stole some kapusta too. (of course that was just a thought, I wouldn’t want to accuse a mod of something like kapusta stealing)