Favorite food joke
Marsha Hirsch
Reading about trying to duplicate Grandma's recipe
for soup or knishes or whatever reminds me of my
all-time favorite joke. . .better posted here
than in humor. . .
The new Jewish bride is making her first big
dinner for her husband and tries her hand at
her mother's brisket recipe, cutting off the
ends of the roast the way her mother always did.
Hubby thinks the meat is delicious, but says,
"why did you cut off the ends -- that's the best
part!" She answers, "that's the way my mother
always made it."
The next week, they go to her mother's house.
She serves the same brisket, prepared the same
way with the ends cut off. When asked why she cut
off the ends, she says, "well, that's the way my
mother always did it."
The next week, they go to the old bubbie's house,
and she prepares the famous brisket recipe, again
cutting off the ends. The young bride is sure she
must be missing some vital information, so she
asks her grandma why she cut off the ends. Grandma
says, "Dahlink, that's the only way it will fit in
the pan!"
(And of course, some recipes will never be the same
cooked with margarine or shortening --
only chicken schmaltz will do!)
Marcy Hirsch -- I work at Duke but I'm a
Tarheel at heart
Ilana Stern
[the old joke about why the ends of the brisket are cut]
The following is a true story. One of my favorite family dishes is a Czech
recipe for dumplings with dill sauce. I have long since moved out of the
house and into another state, but on a recent visit home I made my mom
promise to teach me how to make them (I'd asked for the recipe before,
but she said "you have to *watch*, you can't learn this from a book").
I remembered bits and pieces of the procedure, so as I helped I'd
comment things like, "Now you roll the toast bits in the dough, right?"
I was more or less correct until after the dumplings had been boiled
and cut into slices. "Now you fry them, right?"
"Fry them?" Mom asked, perplexed.
"Yeah, don't you fry them now?"
She shook her head. "No, just stack them on a plate with a little
butter between them to keep them from sticking. And if your husband
gets home late, you can keep them warm by stacking them in a big pan
and putting the heat on low."
The little light went on in my head. That's why I thought she fried
them! Dad was always home late, so she always warmed them in the pan,
and I thought it was an essential step!
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