DONT YOU HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO TALK ABOUT?

Why is it that almost every day when I open up the coffee room on YW do I find another crony talking about keeping halachos? Nothing is coming out of these topics. Let the people take care of themselves and do their part. And the men should make sure there wives and daughters follow with the halachos. Vzeh hu!

Again no good is coming out of this. So lets find something else to talk about… how about the weather? Enough with halachos!

Agreed. It’s not even tznius to talk about tznius…

It’s sunny..79degrees

Hey, what about them Dodgers, takeh?

The dodgers? Those tight uniform pants arent very tzniyus 🙂

And where is it written that it is a mitzvah to always “TALK ABOUT” something?

If you don’t like the discussion keep to yourself. Who is forcing anyone to participate?

Why do some people not like hearing about tznius? I guess it must touch a raw nerve. No one complains about too much talk about loshan hora. Yet the minute the word tznius is mentioned, some people get all bent out of shape as if it is some kind of forbidden topic.

Let’s try this:

Traditionally, we have foods which are considered “Jewish”, yet have been borrowed from different cultures and regions. They have passed the time test for Jews. Such foods include: potato kugel; challa; p’tcha; herring; borsht; even cholent.

I guess the coffee room wasn’t such a great idea…

On the food topic following Yoshi’s comment.

An email I got today I would like to share..

Jewish Cooking for the Holidays

Remember how your grandmother used to cook? Where is that cooking now?

I’m talking about the lack of good old, down-home Jewish cooking in our homes. I’m taking it upon myself to help out all you frantic housewives out there with wonderful menus that will lead your children to a healthy, happy, and loving family unit as I knew it in my childhood.

First, buy a housecoat (shmata) and wear it all day, every day. Then go out and buy a live chicken, carry it wrapped in a newspaper to the shoichet (slaughterer) who will ritually slaughter it before your very eyes. When you get it home, flick (pluck) your chicken and make sure you don’t leave in any pinchus (feather ends).

Next, go out and buy a four-foot-long carp with huge whiskers. Fill your bathtub with water and let the fish swim in it for several days. In the meantime, roll up your Burbur broadloom, and remove it from the living room, polish the hardwood floors, cover them in newspaper, cover your couch in clear plastic, or floral slip covers, and don’t let anyone into your living room again ….unless they are “company.”

Now you’re a real balabusta (or a berieh) which is a term of respect used for an efficient Jewish housewife, and the essence of your universe is in the kitchen. So get out your wooden matches, light the pilot light, get out the volgar holtz (wooden bowl), hock the tzibbeles (chop the onions) and knubble (garlic), and we’re Jewish again.

Before we start, however, there are some variations in ingredients because of the various types of Jewish taste (Litvack and Gallicianer). Just as we Jews have six seasons of the year (winter, spring, summer, fall, slack, and busy), we all focus on a main ingredient which, unfortunately and undeservedly, has disappeared from our diet.

I’m talking, of course, about SCHMALTZ (chicken fat)! Schmaltz has for centuries been the prime ingredient in almost every Jewish dish, and I feel it’s time to revive it to its rightful place in our homes. I have plans to distribute it in a green glass Gucci bottle with a label clearly stating: LOW FAT, NO CHOLESTEROL, NEWMAN’S CHOICE, EXTRA VIRGIN SCHMALTZ (it can’t miss)!

Let’s start, of course, with the forshpeiz (appetizer). Gehockteh layber (chopped liver) with schmaltz and tzibbeles (onion) is always good, but how about something more exotic for your dear ones, like boiled whitefish in yoyech (gell). Or gefilteh miltz (stuffed spleen), in which the veins are removed, thank God, and it’s fried in — you guessed it — schmaltz, bread crumbs, eggs, onions, salt and pepper. Love it!

How about stewed lingen (lungs) — very chewy. Or gehenen (brains) — very slimy.

Am I making your mouth water yet? Then there are greebenes, which are pieces of chicken skin, deep-fried in schmaltz, onions and salt until crispy brown — often referred to as Jewish bacon (this makes a great appetizer for the next cardiology convention).

Another favorite, and I’m sure your children will love it, is pe’tcha (jelliedcalves feet). Simply chop up some cows’ feet with your hockmesser (chopper), add some meat, onions, lots of garlic, schmaltz (yes, again), salt and pepper,cook for five hours, and let it sit overnight. You might want to serve it with oat bran and bananas for an interesting breakfast ( just joking).

There’s also a nice chicken fricassee (stew) using the heart, gorgl (neck), pipick (the navel, a great delicacy, given to the favorite child, usually me), a fleegl (wing) or two, some ayelech (little premature eggs) and other various chicken innards, in a broth of schmaltz, water, paprika, etc.We also have knishes (filled dough) and the eternal question: “Will I have liver, beef, potatoes, or all three?”

Other time-tested favorites are kishkeh, and its poor cousin, helzel (chicken or goose neck). Kishkeh is the gut of the cow, bought by the foot at the kosher butcher. It’s turned inside out, scalded and scraped. One end is sewn up and a mixture of flour, schmaltz (you didn’t think we’d leave that out), onions, eggs, salt, pepper, etc., is spooned into the open end and squished down until it is full. Then that end is sewn, and the whole thing is boiled. Yummy!

My personal all-time favorite pastime is watching my Zaida (Grandpa) munch on boiled chicken feet. Try that on the kinderlach (children).

Well, we’ve finally finished the forshpeiz. Don’t tell me you’re full because there’s plenty to come.

For our next course, we always had chicken soup with pieces of yellow-white, rubbery chicken skin floating in a greasy sea of lokshen (noodles), farfel (broken bits of matzah), arbiss (chickpeas), lima beans, pietrishkeh, onions, mondlech (soup nuts), knaydlach (dumplings), kasha, (groats), kliskelech and marech (marrow bones).

The main course, as I recall, was either boiled chicken, flanken, kackletten (hockfleish–chopped meat), and sometimes rib steaks which were served either well done, burned, or cremated. Occasionally, we had barbecued liver done to a burned and hardened perfection in our own coal furnace.

Since we couldn’t have milk or any dairy products (milchiks) with our meat meals flayshiks), beverages consisted of cheap pop (Kik, Dominion Dry, seltzer in the spritz bottles), or a glezel tay (glass of hot tea) served in a yohrtzeit (memorial) glass, and sucked through a sugar cube held between the incisors.

Desserts were probably the only things not made with schmaltz, so we never had any…..unless it was flummen (cooked prunes). Mama never learned how to make schmaltz Jell-O.

Well, now you know the secret of how I’ve grown up to be so tall, sinewy, slim and trim, energetic, extremely clever and modest, and if you want your children to grow up to be like me, you’re in gontzen meshuggah (completely nuts)!

Oh yes, don’t forget the loud greps (belch) — the louder the better –at the end of the meal as you unbutton or unzip your pants. It’s often the best part of the repast.

Zei mir gezunt (be well)…and order out Chinese.

I guess people that don’t wana talk about anything that forces them to look at themselves and admit that they might need to change. But the weather here in NY is stunning for a change!!!:)