My friend Sarah, who was my neighbor in New York (and the instigator of the Upper East Side bra shopping experience), has been harassing me for an update. “I check every day!”
It actually gives me great comfort to know that I am not, in fact, the last person on earth who doesn’t use a feed reader.
So I have like three real posts in my head, but I have not had time to write them. Instead I leave you with the headscratcher of a note that came home from Miss M’s gan today. They are having a festive meal on Friday in honor of the new Hebrew month, and they ask all the kids to bring something. This is not out of the ordinary. In the past we’ve been asked to bring things like potatoes (for when they make vegetable soup) or eggs (for latkes). But the request this time was for a cup of ketchup.
#1) Ew. I mean, ketchup has its place. Mostly on fried things or meat things, neither of which are going to happen there. So….
#2) A cup of it? How exactly, am I supposed to send a cup of ketchup? A friend suggested I buy a shlocky store brand (Rami Levi, on sale this week for 1/3 the price of Heinz) and send the whole container. This is wise, methinks.
#3) I already know that she is not going to eat IT. Whatever IT is.
Aside to Israeli parents: And she is the Ema shel Shabbat this week and has to bring “kibud” for 33 kids. Only guideline is no sucariot. Miss M reported something “made from wheat” (for mezonot?), but there is of course no mention of this in the note. Individually packaged? How much? If I send fruit will she be socially crippled for life? HELP.