Texan hospitality
David Zohar
Some years back , as an Israeli diplomat working out of Houston, I was
invited to speak at a Rotary Club in a very small town in Texas, at a Friday
lunch meeting.
After the talk, lunch was served and it was all pork - which I do not eat. I
decided I would skip lunch.
But then a nice Texan lady turned up with a large fish and put it on the
table before me.
When I thanked her for being so considerate of our Jewish customs , she
beamed and said:
"Sure, we know that Jews don't eat pork on Fridays..."
David Zohar
Jerusalem
Leon
"David Zohar" wrote about a lady Texan who said..
> "Sure, we know that Jews don't eat pork on Fridays..."
and reminded me of Harry Golden's book about his travels in "Jewish
America." He described the lunch in a Southern town where the main course
was pork. One of the committee leaders told him they had chicken for him.
And, knowing he wouldn't eat chicken fried in lard, they fried it in butter.
Leon
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Back when Catholics didn't eat meat on Friday and Priests always wore the
collar, I was in an all-day meeting in a NYC hotel. One of the attendees
was a Catholic priest, and he was the only one who ordered fish for lunch.
When the waiter brought in the lunches, he looked around the room and asked,
"Who ordered the fish?"
Dubinse
>Back when Catholics didn't eat meat on Friday and Priests always wore the
>collar,
In 1955, I was a finalist at the National
Science Fair in Columbus Ohio. As a
bit of background, this was really my
first trip on an airplane and away from
the availability of my mom's or bubba's
cooking.
On Friday evening, we were instructed to
sit a tables according to our shoice of
meat or fish. Although I understood
that the food would not be strictly kosher,
I chose the fish table as the least of
the evils. To add to my chagrin on my
first Shabbos away from home, a
priest came to the table and "took names"
to arrange for attendance at mass etc.
As an aside, on the last evening of the
fair, the newspaper folks who were with
us offered to take everyone out for an
evening of entertainment as a break from
the visits to laboratories and museums.
They found a listing in the paper for a
performance of "Kismet," and obtained
tickets for the whole group of students,
teachers, nuns etc. As the band struck
up the "Stranger in Paradise" theme, a
group of women came out onto the stage
and began their first of many stripteaes.
Naturally it brought to mind the words of
the Psalms, " Hashem, how magnificent
are thy works among the nations."
Stephen Dubin VMD
David Zohar
when I was working at the Israeli Consulate in Los Angeles. One of the
(Reform) Rabbis of Las Vegas was kind enough to invite my wife and myself to
join his family for Seder Pesach. We drove to Las Vegas and were taken to
one of those huge hotels where the Rabbi had arranged the Seder. Before we
got to "Mah Nishtanah" he said: We can skip the second part (after the meal)
so that we can all go down to watch the "nakkete shikses"(naked broads in
Yiddish)...which we obligingly did ( I think they call the custom "Afikoman:
in Vegas...)
David Zohar
Jerusalem
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way on page 274 in the note titled "Don't Tell Them About Shrimp":
..
and I see the chairman and his assistant in a huddle and then with
the graciousness for which Southerners are known, they say to me: "Mr.
Golden, we know you do not eat ham, so we have arranged for a special
plate of fried chicken for you." I thank them profusely for their
thoutfulness, and i look as innocent as a newborn babe when one of the
ladies in the church puts the shrimp cocktail in front of me.
..
marika
> My (autographed) copy of Only in America by Harry Golden tells it this
> way on page 274 in the note titled "Don't Tell Them About Shrimp":
>
> ..
> and I see the chairman and his assistant in a huddle and then with
> the graciousness for which Southerners are known, they say to me: "Mr.
> Golden, we know you do not eat ham, so we have arranged for a special
> plate of fried chicken for you." I thank them profusely for their
> thoutfulness, and i look as innocent as a newborn babe when one of the
> ladies in the church puts the shrimp cocktail in front of me.
> ..
this reminds me of the time i helped serve shrimp at a shrimpfest
fundraiser for public tv in roanoke. the emcee was the visiting
whaddayou know guy michael whatsit
a lawyer from greensboro leans over to me while i am ladling and
whispers, n his most bless his heart polite southerner voice "is he
even allowed to be here, i mean, the shrimp!!!!"
mk5000
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