This is Murphy.
Murphy is my aunt’s partner’s dog. He’s a little canine gentleman through and through–charming and well-mannered, without the intense neediness most dogs his size seem to have. As my aunt says, “He’s a good little Irish boy.” But Murphy has one odd, very un-Irish weakness.
I highly doubt I will ever love anything as much as this dog loves matzo. Where other dogs will do tricks for doggy treats, Murphy will do tricks for matzo. If he sees a matzo box, he’ll start showing off even before he’s asked, because he knows there is salty crunchy goodness in his immediate future.
But whereas Murphy can’t get enough matzo, some of us humans–especially those who have to live on it for a week every spring–aren’t so enamored. So, here is a very un-Murphy-safe way to make matzo irresistible: by smothering it in toffee and then smothering the toffee in chocolate.
Well, look at that. It’s my 100th post.
I can’t believe I’ve already jabbered here a hundred separate times. I feel like a real blogger now. I’ve finally gotten my wings. It’s strange; I’m going to have to get used to this flying thing.
When I started here a year and change ago, I wasn’t really sure what I wanted this blog to be. I figured I’d use this as a space to let off steam, put up some photos of things I cooked, and let the rest sort itself out. But slowly, it’s becoming clear that when I take the time to write from the heart, people listen. I’ve now written two posts, in particular, that have struck a nerve in ways I never expected. So many people have reached out with their responses and stories; even when I don’t agree with everyone, it amazes me that people took the time to read and respond to little old me. I’m touched, and I’m honored, and I’m humbled.
I’m also thinking.