tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216011953770444735.post1449672036875286999..comments2024-01-07T00:58:01.364-05:00Comments on SON OF THE CUCUMBER KING: Once Upon a PassoverRay Errol Fox / Son of the Cucumber Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09244270231118696818noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216011953770444735.post-1450872781479501782009-04-19T04:00:00.000-04:002009-04-19T04:00:00.000-04:00Unrelated to Passover but related to bread-crazy p...Unrelated to Passover but related to bread-crazy people - this reminds me of the time my very Orthodox Jewish father walked into a kosher Chinese restaurant in Jerusalem and wondered why there wasn't any bread on the table so he could make the traditional blessing over bread before meals. We tried to tell him Chinese food and bread don't mix. He stood up and yelled "What kind of a restaurant is this that has no BREAD!!??" but then sat down afterwards to eat his meal, still sulking, but quiet. I don't think he ever wandered into a Chinese restaurant again.jerusalem gypsyhttp://www.jerusalemgypsy.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216011953770444735.post-84817612774192973902009-04-17T12:26:00.000-04:002009-04-17T12:26:00.000-04:00My sister was once in Italy several years ago as p...My sister was once in Italy several years ago as part of a tour my uncle offered his students at NYU. Once of these students was a successful underwear model the group had dubbed 'Golden Boy' that all the girls and even some of the men in the program were completely gaga over.<br /><br />Naturally, my sister had no courage to speak to him until several days into the program. After carefully planning out her words, she approached him, smiled, and asked: "Do you feel pressured to be an interesting person?"<br /><br />Golden Boy was taken aback by this comment. "Well, I think I am an interesting person."<br /><br />"Oh." My sister disappeared into a hole for the remainder of the tour. It was probably the stupidest thing anybody I know has ever said to a celebrity.Jacopohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12043008473565676891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216011953770444735.post-5640789840152047942009-04-17T12:25:00.000-04:002009-04-17T12:25:00.000-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Jacopohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12043008473565676891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216011953770444735.post-35622699201486315612009-04-11T16:37:00.000-04:002009-04-11T16:37:00.000-04:00I was fortunate enough to celebrate Passover a few...I was fortunate enough to celebrate Passover a few years back with my friend and her Israeli family. It consisted of her immediate family (all from Tel Aviv) and around 20 young men (all from Tel Aviv, as well) who ran her mother's art shows. I, being only used to my super-Americanized Passover seders, created by my Catholic mother (long story), was slightly overwhelmed by both the size of the presentation of food (more food than I have ever seen to this day) and the casualness of everbody (seders have always been an exggagerated torture of hours upon hours of reading before diving into delicious fistfulls of food, while this seder seemed like the most enjoyable party I had yet to attend). Everything was great until they placed in front of me something I could not remotely figure out...but there were blueberries on top of it. So I used my best logic and decided blueberries on anything must mean it is sweet and delicious. <BR/>It was liver, one of my biggest childhood edible fears.<BR/>Of course, the rest of the evening was absolutely fantastic.steviehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03079488926558113185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216011953770444735.post-30067179109647612722009-04-10T16:40:00.000-04:002009-04-10T16:40:00.000-04:00I am duly chastened and will never again complain ...I am duly chastened and will never again complain about ANYTHING at Passover....TrustMovieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01130460547029155342noreply@blogger.com