In the words of my dear Aunt Nancy: “That looks so delicious but seems so wrong!” I’m sure she speaks for many a Jew who may have initial misgivings about putting the Pesach food symbolic of thousands of years of manual labor into happy (giddy, really) ice cream form. I am here to tell you, as I told Aunt Nancy, that this Charoset Ice Cream business is insanely delish.
Before we go any further, let me clarify for the gentiles in the crowd: Charoset is one of the symbolic foods eaten at Passover dinner, traditionally made from apples, walnuts, honey, cinnamon, and wine. For seder, it represents the mortar Egypt’s slaves shaped into bricks. In ice cream form, enrobed by honey vanilla ice cream, it becomes something like the dreamiest apple crisp a la mode you’ve ever dared imagine.
Read more and get the (kosher-friendly) recipe here.
“You wanted to see me?” Dex sighed as he walked into Mr. Nurse’s office.
It shouldn’t even have to be a question anymore; Derek Nurse was infamous for his infuriatingly ‘chill’ attitude, demanding his employees to do countless deeds for him and brushing off their annoyance with a single word. It didn’t matter if Nurse wanted to see him, it didn’t matter what he was going to ask Dex to do, the only thing that mattered was that someone did what he asked. Some of the other employees at Brickstone Publishing were too dazzled by Nurse’s charm to see the truth, but not Dex. Any attraction he had felt for the man had faded on his first day as his assistant, when he had been told to run down to twelve different stores to fetch things in an hour. He had returned to the office panting and sweating, only to be greeted with a single, pretentious ‘chill’.
Just do it for the promotion, he told himself. It can’t be long now.
Dex looked at Derek in exasperation. Derek looked at Dex in disdain. They both had a dislike for each other, forced together solely because the other could do for them what no one else could. That inhospitable relationship was what made the next words Derek said the last ones Dex would ever have expected to come out of his mouth.
I don’t really post cosplay here, but I made an exception since I heard about Monty Oum. It breaks my heart. I’ve always been a Roosterteeth fan, but about two years ago, my best friend Nancy showed me the amazing series that is RWBY. We planned to cosplay Weiss and Ruby together, then Yang and Blake. However, before we could even start our cosplays, Nancy passed away and I was left feeling alone in the world. I missed her more than words can say and I still do. For a while, anything RWBY related made me sob. I couldn’t even fathom the fandom. Then one day, I was scrolling through some messages Nancy sent me on my phone. I don’t remember the exact words, but it was something along the lines of “I can’t wait to do White Rose together! You’re going to be the cutest Weiss ever!” And I knew I still had to do it. I had to cosplay Weiss for her, no matter what. So I did. This is for her and now, this is for Monty.
I send out all my prayers and wishes to you, Monty, because you were there for me when I was at my lowest point, and now, I want to do the same. I want everyone to know how much Monty means to me. How much RWBY means to me.
Get well soon! Don’t worry about anything. Take it easy. No rush to get back into anything because in the end, there’s nothing more important than your health.