1) When you've made too much haroset for Passover, and have had it hanging about your refrigerator for way too long, it's a relief to discover that it does quite well as a substitute for bananas in banana bread. It makes the bread nice and moist, although I must admit that I haven't quite figured out whether to substitute baking powder for the buttermilk/yogurt that normally goes in the recipe, along with baking soda. Soda plus buttermilk/yogurt isn't brawny enough for the haroset mix, so the bread tastes lovely, but is a little dense and flat.
2) It's necessary to forgive people, not because they need it, but because I need it. Also, it's necessary for me to forgive the people I want least to forgive. I don't have to like the people I forgive. I do have to love them, at least enough to forgive them. Why? Because it's my soul at stake. If I can't forgive, I'll start to wither inside, and I won't be very nice to be around. Oh, and no one needs to earn forgiveness. If you could earn forgiveness, from any one, or any god for that matter, then you wouldn't need it, don't you see? When I need forgiveness, it's because I've royally screwed something up. That doesn't leave me much moral high ground, so I'd better hope I'm forgiven by someone who understands that. I'd better think enough of my fellow human beings to assume they're built the same way, and that means I'd better slap myself silly if I start saying foolish things like "I can't forgive him/her/it/them - they have to earn it." I can expect people to earn my respect, or my trust. I owe them my forgiveness.
3) I really, really, really, really want to see Iron Man this weekend.