Olly & Gina, AKA I Am My Mother's Clone

So today I went to get my nails done. (They've been painted a beautiful, rich navy blue.) My manicurist was a Chinese lady named Gina. During the course of our discussion, she asked me why I live here.

Me: I'm here to study Bible.
Gina: (alarmed) But you can get married?
Me: (thinking - what? Then it dawns on me.) Yes, yes, I can get married. I'm not a nun.
Gina: (sighs in relief) You know, in China, we saved the Jews when no one else wanted to take them.
Me: Yes?
Gina: Yes, in Shanghai.
Me: (thinking- of course. Chana, you idiot) Right, the Mir Yeshiva.
Gina: There's a book. Shanghai's Diary or the Diary from Shanghai- you should read it.

In any case, I then stopped by Key Food and bought everything to make a cabbage soup (except for the one ingredient they didn't have.) And my cabbage soup rocks. In short, I am my mother's clone. Future Husband, you should be extremely happy about this. Not only will you not starve, but you're going to be spoiled. *smirk*

Here's my beautiful cabbage soup on the stove:

And here it is in a bowl:


Happy Chana. *insert happy Chana dance*

Woohoo!

And for the record, I only botched one perfectly manicured blue nail throughout the course of chopping vegetables, washing dishes, sauteeing onions and meat, etc. I am good. *smile*