I love sushi. But it doesn’t usually show up in the chassidish community. And now rumor has it that even the rebbetzin of the community had a couple of pieces of salmon roll.,Lifetakes: Of Siddurs and Sushi ,I love sushi. But it doesn’t usually show up in the chassidish community. And now rumor has it that even the rebbetzin of the community had a couple of pieces of salmon roll.
Mrs. Fowler brought a magnificent platter of homemade sushi to our Israeli chassidish daughters’ siddur party. Do you understand why that made me cry?
Ihad taken the more conservative route and my large chocolate cake in the shape of a siddur was in the center of the lovely and stylish buffet. I’m a baalas teshuvah — and I love sushi — but I don’t have the gumption to broadcast that in the form of a large platter of homemade sushi! Keep in mind this isn’t Monsey or Boro Park. In Israel sushi only means one thing: baalei teshuvah.
Just for the record every last piece was eaten. Rumor has it that even the rebbetzin of the community had a couple of pieces of salmon roll.
Some of us have tried to hide our less-than-prestigious yichus regularly checking our head coverings and the thickness of our stockings against those of our more lineaged peers. Talents that once took center stage have been relegated to the attics and closets of our lives. I rarely play my trombone my neighbor the dancer has exchanged her ballet shoes for more robust and respectable footwear. Not that there’s anything wrong with music or dance per se; it would just make a statement: No I didn’t learn to play the jazz bass trombone in Bais Yaakov.
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