My chalenge to you...
Show me a Jew who doesn't like Mu-Shu, and I'll show you a Catholic
School with a kosher meal.
A journal of how I am engineering my human condition
Show me a Jew who doesn't like Mu-Shu, and I'll show you a Catholic
School with a kosher meal.
I recently bought some new ice trays from Crate & Barrel. The cool
kind that are made from that space-age silicon and make perfectly
square ice cubes. Now I'm afraid to use them for fear that I won't
have any in case company comes over. I don't even have company over
all that much.
I've channelled my Grandmother (G-d rest her soul) and her plastic
covered sofas. Whom am I saving the ice for? Is Abba Eban coming over
for Shabbos Dinner?
Not so much English or Yiddish, but the using the Yiddish vernacular to
replace English words in everyday conversation. e.g. Schvitzing
instead of sweating, having a nosh instead of having a bite, and
kibbitz instead of chatting. Most commonly used in and around the
five-boroughs, it is still a completely unknown language in the major
parts of NW America. Except in certain deli's that say they serve
authentic east-coast style sandwiches. But they don't. They pastrami
is always too dry and what they call mustard, feh, my Bubbe wouldn't
serve that dreck to the Czar. And don't get me started on the bread.
Is it too much to ask for a caraway seed in my rye bread...
For the men who know that waring pink won't make you start sing show-

Just ran across Grandma's obituary, this is the first time that I've seen it: