Yesterday, March 10th, has been circled on my calender for quite some time. Yes... it's Purim, the Jewish holiday. However, moreso significant than any religious meaning is what accompanies the annual event.
It's on this day that my roommate and I receive a gift from a Rabbi who lives in our building. The tradition was brought to our attention last year and we have been raving about it ever since. I'm talking about a hamantashen. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the term, a hamantashen is basically a triangular-shaped cookie filled with jelly.
Last year, we received a GIGANTIC, homemade, apricot flavored hamantashen. The crust was toasted to perfection and accompanied with more than enough jelly (which melted in your mouth) for every bite. It was so good that we legitimately discussed the idea of starting our own hamantashen shop (Hummies) and taking the dessert to the next level... but that's another story.
Let me reiterate that we had extremely high expectations leading up to this week. You can compare it to a perfect first date. The conversation flows effortlessly, you're laughing and having a great time. Nothing could be better. You have no choice but to put the other person on a pedestal. That was our mindset.
And then it arrived...
We opened the box and sure enough, there was our hamantashen. Only something had changed.
There was no apricot jelly. Instead, we were left with a PRUNE hamantashen. By all means, a massive downgrade from last year.
"A prune hamantashen!? Who does this man think we are, 'Ethyl and Murray'?!", my roommate shouted in utter disgust.
It was a devastating event... And I made up my mind right then and there, that I would NEVER pull "a prune hamantashen" on somebody else.
In any aspect of life, when people are counting on you to produce, you have to deliver the apricot jelly.
It's a cold, unforgiving world and a prune hamantashen just ain't gonna cut it!
(By the way, today is Wednesday so see what you can do to help another person. More on this next week.)
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Even Rabbis are feeling the effects of the recession...
ReplyDeleteHe must have had some investments with Bernie Madoff
ReplyDeleteSteve, If Pilar is ever unavailable to proofread your blog before sending it out, let me know. Not only am I a numbers guy, but my grammar is impeccable.
ReplyDeleteDid you taste it? I bet it was still very good. You just might want to consume small quantities at at time :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Joe but the proof reading is under control. I am not only the reigning spelling bee champ and a highly regarded essay/paper writer, but my contribution to the content of this blog is absolutely priceless.
ReplyDeleteSo I've taken some heat for for slamming the rabbi. Afterall, the hamantashen was a gift, even if it was prune flavored.
ReplyDeleteAlso, for any Ethel's out there. Sorry for spelling your name like the chemical.
I'll step my game up.
I wouldn't worry about the flavor of the customary Jewish foods. God doesn't exist to be customary to
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