Here is a Passover vignette. I’m posting now, because tomorrow is Passover and I’ll be busy. So... Pesach Sameach!
I wondered how a bottle of creamed horseradish had found its way to the diaper aisle at the grocery store this evening, but after several moments’ pondering, I’ve figured the mystery out.
Young Mr. and Mrs. So-and-So had dashed to the supermarket tonight to buy the requisite provender. Time was limited, however, as they needed to get home by 9:00 to relieve their babysitter. Deciding to split the list in two, Mrs. So-and-So assigned the following items to her husband: lamb shankbone, matzah, horseradish, and eggs. She herself would choose the produce, as she didn’t trust Hubby to tell the difference between romaine lettuce and romaine janitorial supplies.
Ah, she recalled after choosing an apple for the charoset, I must also pick up a box of Pampers Splashers Swim Pants Diapers. On her way out of the produce section, Mrs. So-and-So spotted raw horseradish and plucked it up with alacrity, noting to herself that Hubby would never have chosen the correct product. And how right she was, for when Hubby found her in the diaper aisle, she saw that he had picked up creamed horseradish from among the condiments.
“I don’t have time to argue with you,” she snapped as she snatched the offending bottle from his basket and deposited it between two packages of inferior generic diapers. The So-and-So’s made it home with all their Passover needs by 9:00, and the babysitter left in time to break her 9:15 curfew. (She caught a showing of The Hunger Games: Mockingjay with her best friend’s steady boyfriend.) That is the true story of how the creamed horseradish was found languishing among the diapers, and that is, in addition, the story of how Hanukkah began!
I wondered how a bottle of creamed horseradish had found its way to the diaper aisle at the grocery store this evening, but after several moments’ pondering, I’ve figured the mystery out.
Young Mr. and Mrs. So-and-So had dashed to the supermarket tonight to buy the requisite provender. Time was limited, however, as they needed to get home by 9:00 to relieve their babysitter. Deciding to split the list in two, Mrs. So-and-So assigned the following items to her husband: lamb shankbone, matzah, horseradish, and eggs. She herself would choose the produce, as she didn’t trust Hubby to tell the difference between romaine lettuce and romaine janitorial supplies.
Ah, she recalled after choosing an apple for the charoset, I must also pick up a box of Pampers Splashers Swim Pants Diapers. On her way out of the produce section, Mrs. So-and-So spotted raw horseradish and plucked it up with alacrity, noting to herself that Hubby would never have chosen the correct product. And how right she was, for when Hubby found her in the diaper aisle, she saw that he had picked up creamed horseradish from among the condiments.
“I don’t have time to argue with you,” she snapped as she snatched the offending bottle from his basket and deposited it between two packages of inferior generic diapers. The So-and-So’s made it home with all their Passover needs by 9:00, and the babysitter left in time to break her 9:15 curfew. (She caught a showing of The Hunger Games: Mockingjay with her best friend’s steady boyfriend.) That is the true story of how the creamed horseradish was found languishing among the diapers, and that is, in addition, the story of how Hanukkah began!