Saturday, July 30, 2011
Jew food run
As you are reading this, I have just returned from trip to Shaker Heights and I can reveal to you, while I attended the Shaker Heights High School Class of 1981 Reunion, my real purpose in my trip was to make what my friends have come to call a "Jew food" run.
To Corky and Lenny's I went - with my list and a craving for matzo ball soup. I walk to the counter and the man greets me with a smile. "You're back. It's been awhile." He knows that I'm hooked.
"I have some nice corned beef," they say, enticing me with a grin that stretches ear to ear. I place the order and tell them that I'm headed to 2 hours south. "I'll wrap it extra nice for you." Then comes the bread, the liver, the coconut bars and latkas.
"What about some nice smoked white fish - it travels well."
I look at the fish and it looks at me. There isn't a love connection.
You want anything else, they say knowing that I do. I'm hooked.; we all know it. It's the Kosher Elephant in the livingroom. I look and name a few more items.
"I have some nice creamed herring," the woman says with a cheshire cat smile. I pass. She shrugs. The deal is done.
At the cashiers I tell them I am traveling. The woman with the big Sally Jesse Raphael glasses tells me to be careful. "Keep the liver cold - it's delicate. Sniff it when you get home. If it smells bad, its gone bad."
Driving back to Columbus I traveled the speed limit, but without putzing about, for my hatchback was laden with ice coolers of a corned beef, Jewish rye, latkas and chopped liver. The further I get from Cleveland I start to feel like myself.
And when I arrived at my garage, will I be honored as a hero?
My husband will ask "Did you get the coconut bars? The jumbo macaroons" - he asks. He is more desirous of the tender angle food cake, smothered in chocolate syrup and rolled in coconut then I am to him, I feel for a second. I answer yes; he smiles; its a mitzvah!
I am the mensch that I see in my minds eye.