With Rosh Hashanah coming up this weekend, I found some time to reminisce.
Several years ago, my grandmother told my mom that she is Jewish. Now this had been a huge secret in my moms house because her dad was German. Opposites attract, I guess? She waited until long after he passed away to tell anyone, so we never grew up with any of the traditions, or holidays. I decided that I really wanted to learn about this new found heritage, so my mom and I studied up.
My oldest sister invited her then boyfriend over for the second time to have dinner. I was so thrilled to be cooking and surprising my family with this authentic Rosh Hashanah meal.
Thats right, eyeballs and everything. My poor sister ran off to the bathroom. She is the kind that used to puke every time she walked into Taco Bell because “it stunk”. Needless to say, she didn’t eat any of that meal. But luckily, that boyfriend stuck around to become her hubby and the father of her 3 beautiful babies.
Don’t think I am cooking a whole fish this year. I couldn’t even get the hubs to eat fish tacos tonight, much less something that is staring at him. His food particulars are another post completely…