Getting Nora ready to attend a Yom Kippur break fast….
Me: “We’re going to eat lots of yummy Jewish food! Like bagels, and lox, and maybe even some kugel!”
Nanny: “Oh! I love Jewish food.”
Me: “Oh really?”
Nanny: “Yes my favorite is spaghetti bolognese.”
Nanny: “I worked for this Jewish lady and EVERY single Thursday she make spaghetti bolognese and I tell my husband ‘Oh, I LOVE this Jewish food!”
Me: “Ok, but spaghetti bolognese is not, like, a traditionally JEWISH food.”
Nanny: “But she is Jewish.”
Me: “She’s just a Jew who likes spaghetti.”
My sister: “It’s great having a nanny from Colombia because now Tyler is learning to speak Spanish.”
Me: “Yeah I mean that’s cool and all but anyone can learn Spanish– they teach that in school. Thanks to my nanny Nora will learn to speak…
(googles language of Trinidad)
This year we had two lovely, very inquisitive non-Jews at our Seder.
I did my best.
Guest: “And what does the maror symbolize?”
Me: “The bitterness of slavery.”
Guest: “And the charoset?”
Me: “The mortar the slaves used between the bricks when they were building for the Eygptian pharohs.”
Guest: “And how about the shank bone?”
Me: “That represents how the slaves passed the time all those years in the desert.”
Me: “They boned.”