Zelda, Myself and I

Well

There are times in your life...

when everything seems to crumble.

It really crumbles. And there is no way you can re-build anything,

the worst case scenario.

What would Zelda do?

She would take the crumbles and make a pie. A post-Shabbat pie. With all the rancour and the meaningful knowledge from the ancestors. And with the ”we fight, we argue, we shout at each others, we cry and then we eat”

That's the way the cookie crumbles.