“I’m
the envy of all squirrels,” I said while holding a big bag of sunflower seeds.
It
was such a nice day today I thought it a good idea to cook outside and
barbeque. I bought range fed chicken, marinated pork chops, corn on the cob,
and some zucchini.
“Is
that carne asada?” my friend asked.
“No,
those are Jewish pork chops.”
“Really?”
She
should have known better. She’s
Jewish.
She
and I take great pleasure in tricking each other. It’s a game we play. She’s a
lot better at it than I am. I’d say the ratio is three to one in her favor.
“No,
not really,” I finally admitted. “There’s no such thing as Jewish pork-chops.”
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