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Growing up, it was always chicken soup, Thanksgiving sandwiches and the occasional home-made corned beef. Mmmmmmm. Now I have a bunch of comforting favorites: curried chicken, pot pie, dill rice... I could go on.

I make a soup for Sukkot that is basic but very good. 2 c. soaked chick peas, 3 chicken breasts (boneless and skinless), a large can of diced tomatoes, 6 cup of chicken stock (or thereabouts), a large, diced green pepper, 2 diced zucchini, 2 or 3 diced carrots, cinnamon, turmeric, white pepper to taste. I usually put it in a crock pot and let it go for several hours before serving so the chicken's falling apart.

Connecticut! ...... Um.... uhhhh...... New York bagels? I hear there's good shellfish, but I don't eat it.

When I'm on my own I tend to have things that my husband doesn't like: olives, goat cheese, capers. These things tend to be placed on a bit of pasta.

My first Indian curry experience was also a first date. The guy turned out to be a jerk, but the love affair with curries has remained strong ever since.

Shoo fly pie. I

German chocolate, lots of coconut pecan frosting.

Popeye Tuna wraps from Roly Poly, but with no cheese and no onions WITH avocado and Greek olives. Yummmmmmm.

My most favorite Persian food is dill rice. Brown the raw rice grains and some sliced almonds in a few Tbsp of butter using a deep oven-safe pan. Stir in a handful or two of chopped dill, a bit of salt, and water. Cover tightly and stick in an oven at 400 degrees for an hour.

Oh man, I lick knoves too. I think that's part of my whole knife attitude. I've never cut myself doing it though. I DID once manage to cut my finger open on the dull side of a butter knife. That takes talent, no?

@eze, whereas 2nd Ave. has kashrut that's conservative, Katz's doesn't have one at all. So I can't go to there :(

While I love all of Big Night, the omelet scene at the end is pretty amazing.

Yea, I'd go there. I actually walked right by it yesterday without getting anything because we were with friends and on our way to dinner. I kick myself now. Perhaps next weekend...