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I have a habit of not being super prepared with dinner the evening Yom Kippur starts. We have to fast from sundown to sundown, so usually you try to have a decent meal before heading off to evening services. One year I believe I was shoving a half a Subway sandwich in my mouth as we pulled up to services. It was a sight to behold.
Tonight we did a little better. Andrew whipped up this meal from stuff we had a fridge. Not too shabby, eh?