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…
Kara @ His, Hers and Ours says
I was using my lunch break to catch up on my reader… Yikes! lol
How cool of you and your mom researching something that your grandmother hid for so long, and honoring it! Not thinking I could cook a fish like that though. Matzo balls are more like it! lol
Ok, I almost lost my lunch! yikes. 🙁 That's impressie though that you were able to cook that up!
Eeek! While I wouldn't run and hurl… I would probably just push it around my plate and hope nobody noticed my portion didn't get any smaller throughout the meal!
Rachel McPhillips says
Okay.. so, how did you cut into it? Did you just cut the head off?
That's so awesome that you found out your heritage after so many years.
Good job on the fish! It might have freaked me out a little, but i'd definitely try it 🙂
Alexis AKA MOM says
Oh boy ok I'd be a sissy too and run from the table. Whenever we go to Pike Place Market in Seattle I have to avoid getting to close to the fish throwers, the eyes freak me out … LOL 🙂
I can't wait to see what you make this year! What a wonderful experience to open up to and take on this new culture.
Haha, that's hilarious about the fish. That is really cool that your grandmother shared that with you, and now you can learn more about your heritage.
Ok…umm…that is just plain SCARY! haha…
I love that you are honoring your heritage and keeping the tradion alive!
Wow that fish does not look appetizing at all but I bet it tasted good! 🙂
Miss M says
You have a picky eater too huh. Mine is really bad. He is more picky than my daughter!
That's awesome. I've always heard if one of your parents is Jewish, you're automatically Jewish when you're born. Pr-etty darn cool!