March 12, 2010

Matzo Ball Soup

We took a book about matzo ball soup out of the library.
Well, the book was pretty wordy and sort of pointless. Sadie actually declared, for the first time ever, That book was random, after we read it. But it left us with a hankerin' for matzo ball soup.

And that's a hankerin' you must not deny.

We didn't have enough matzo ball mix left, so we ran out to Fred Meyer. I thought it might be a long shot but, lo and behold, they had matzo ball mix! They even had gefilte fish. It blew my mind.
And it was great, because I can't imagine a world in which my child doesn't know about matzo ball soup.

You know, because I'm half Jewish.
Well, yeah, okay, I'm not...
But my step-half is Jewish. So half my heart is Jewish.
And I think if you grow up with more Jewish grandparents than you have non-Jewish grandparents you are automatically required to pass down the traditions.

And, hey, I say things like Oy Gevalt! and tuchus and can still recite the Hanukkah prayer by heart.

And, let me tell you, we make a mean matzo ball soup.

Especially for a couple of Shiksas.

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