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		<title>Selichot</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It's that time again. . . 


In just a few hours it'll be time for Selichot. Which means a few things.

1. I'll be up late. The service starts at midnight. 

2. It's almost Rosh Hashanah. Which means it's almost Yom Kippur. And then Sukkot and its string of holidays. And then Simchat Torah. Yikes. 

3. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>California Summer in Review</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Part 2


(Click here for Part 1) 

Wow. So you came back for even more California photos? I'm honored. Do I need to make you some Peet's coffee or a frappe to wake you up?

Well, pull up a chair. . .

My mother and I really needed to get away, so we went on a trip to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://melinakantor.com/?p=807</link>
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		<title>California Summer in Review</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Part 1


Wow. So it's almost time to go back to NYC. I'm not ready. I've been knee deep in writer crazy that's evolved into writer insanity. Combine that with the "teacher about to begin the school year" crazy and the "It's going to be 90 degrees and there won't be any fog and I'm going [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://melinakantor.com/?p=792</link>
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		<title>A Frappe? Please?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Part 2


So here I am, 90 pages away from finishing the last 90 pages of this nasty round of rewrites. And I'm falling asleep.

Remember how I wanted a frappe? Look what I found in my mother's pantry:

Check this out:

Ah, yes! Bliss!

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		<link>http://melinakantor.com/?p=782</link>
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		<title>A Frappe? Please?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Really. Is that too much to ask?


So let's be totally honest here. I've got issues with jealousy. As if that weren't bad enough, the people I'm most jealous of are quite often imaginary. Yeah, remember that writer crazy phenomenon of which I spoke about not too long ago?

Well, lucky you, I'm having a writer crazy [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://melinakantor.com/?p=756</link>
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		<title>A Creature Tale</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In Two Acts


Act 1:

Act II: 

Fin.
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		<link>http://melinakantor.com/?p=749</link>
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		<title>Moroccan (Sephardic) Meatballs</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Compliments of my wonderful friend Ruth 

Actually, Ruth is more than a friend. She's family. I've known her since I was about 3 and a student in her "Tot Shabbat" class at the Jewish Community Center. I still remember making itty-bitty loaves of challah to bring back to my mother.
During my junior year abroad in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://melinakantor.com/?p=713</link>
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		<title>Fun With Israeli Couscous</title>
		<description><![CDATA[You have GOT to try this!

When you think of couscous, you probably think of the tiny, almost sand like, grains of pasta. That stuff is great, but for some variety, I highly recommend the Israeli kind that's much thicker and tapioca like. (Note: I usually use the Osem brand, but Trader Joe's sells a version [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://melinakantor.com/?p=715</link>
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		<title>Great Cheese Comes From Happy Cows.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Happy Cows Come From California. 


People.

We've got a problem.

Which is: I went to RWA in Orlando. I came back and got sick. A visitor came for almost a week. I had a whirlwind tour of the San Francisco Bay Area (I'm visiting my mother in CA, remember?). Now, I'm tired.

And, I'm trying to deal with [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://melinakantor.com/?p=693</link>
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		<title>A Travel Nightmare</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Courtesy of. . . Me


The year was 1983. The destination: a very small, overly picturesque village on Crete's southern coast. The travelers: me, the 5 year old, and my mother. The reason: My father's side of the family lives there (and my father flew before we did). And, my father was producing a Joan Baez [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://melinakantor.com/?p=661</link>
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