You’d think a girl would at least try to pretend she’s sweet and wonderful when talking to a shadchan, but Bracha’s very honest. Too much so.
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My sisters and I drink tea. A lot. With sugar milk and loads of honey.
Most people when they hear about our favorite comfort drink ask “What? Honey? Along with milk?” Yep that’s what makes all that goodness explode in a teacup. And we’re not even being original. Think of Eretz Yisrael the land of milk and honey.
Tea is like a panacea of sorts. It calms me when I’m anxious wakes me up when I’m sleepy and keeps me company when I’m bored. Truthfully the third rarely happens but when I sip piping hot tea at an empty table there’s no need for an orange juice carton to read or company to talk to.
As I sip my tea while my little Shloimy takes his morning nap I think about my sister Bracha. She’s 24 and single. And cynical. Not that I can blame her.
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