OK, so I'm crazy. The vilde chayas at Moonbat were having a pre-Thanksgiving feast on Friday, and I was asked to bring something. So I said I'd bring a potato kugel.
There was sort of a multicultural theme going on. Anyway. Kugel.
First, no one knew what the heck a kugel was. Secondly, has the Balabusta ever made a potato kugel from scratch before? Heck no. Had the Balabusta even unpacked the wedding-present Cuisinart she intended to use in the making of this maiden kugel? Heck no. Does this stop her? Go on and guess.
Basically, it looked like a kugel when I took it out of the oven.
Anyway, I realized I might be in for some trouble when I noticed that the kugel had been neatly sliced into cubes and then put on plates with the pumpkin pie to await dessert time, because, as she realized while relocating it, they had mistaken it in the kitchen for an apple cake. OK, the French call potatos pommes de terre, so maybe not SO far off...
It was just too weird for most of the kids. Luckily, one of my coworkers really took to it, and made off with all the leftovers.
It actually wasn't the worst kugel I've ever had. It tasted, basically, like a potato kugel.
Next year, I think I'll bring gefilte fish, and see how that goes down.
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A couple of years ago, a couple from the shul invited me to their house for lunch for some holiday. As I sat there eating the gefilte fish with the horseradish, the brother-in-law of the hosts asked me if I liked the gefilte fish and I said yes. Then he said, "Gentiles don't usually like sweet fish." Now that I think about it, I could have countered the statement but theres really no right response when an 85 year old Holocaust survivor says that that you.
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