Mon 25 Apr 2005
- The search for horseradish. Did you know that it’s almost completely impossible to find horseradish in Durham? (Except in a creamy sauce, that is.) Five supermarkets later, success… a tiny piece of horseradish.
- My mother scamming yarmulkes from the local synagogue. This involved an elaborate tissue of lies and a waiting automobile, engine running.
- Aaron’s “rod”. Say no more.
- Pinky’s incredible Passover apple pie. Thanks! I think this was the high point.
- The woman at the checkout at Wellspring, when I tried to tell her that the shankbone we’d been given at the butcher’s counter was free. “Oh, yeah, I’ve been getting those all day. What are they for?”
- Rick! being rabbinical.
- Sha Sha as the wicked child.
Posted by B. W. Ventril in Miscellanea
6 Responses to “Passover Post Mortem”
- pinky says:
You know - it really *is* a drinking game, and that just cracks me up.We always used the actual horseradish root on the big plate, and then the violently-pink kind on the little plates. But who really needs that much horseradish?
April 25th, 2005 at 9:29 am - dickumbrage says:
rabinnical? - B. W. Ventril says:
Hell yes you were rabbinical. In a drunken way, that is. - dickumbrage says:
because i made stuff levitate? or because i tried to correct the text as i read it? - pinky says:
the levitation was *awesome*. - B. W. Ventril says:
Dick Umbrage: a little from column A, a little from column B. That and your over all air of gravitas.
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