A notice came home from Dylan’s school about a multi-cultural celebration. Each family is instructed to prepare a dish that is a reflection of their family’s native country or countries.
And for those stumped by this request (which I immediately am), they go on to give some examples like… sushi from our Japanese friends, lasagna from our Italian families and paella from our Spanish families.
So I immediately reflect on my deep Connecticut heritage but come up with nothing. Although I do remember eating a lot of Chinese take-out and some crockpot meals.
Time to tap the ancestors.
I know I’ve got some English and Irish blood.
Maybe I could bring in a few pints of Guinness?
And I definitely have some Dutch in me because I once dragged a pair of wooden shoes to elementary school in celebration of heritage month.
But fine Netherlands cuisine is not immediately popping into my head so I switch course.
Rick’s Eastern European Jewish heritage!
And we decide to make matzoh ball soup. Because it sounds so much easier than brisket.
And it is!
I mean, buying and heating it is easier.
Then it’s time to transport it to the school which is when I realize, it’s totally stupid to bring soup. I have to use packing tape to keep the lid on. And I carry the pot in a huge box so I don’t burn off my fingers and so I don’t spill soup on my veggie booty/wheat thins covered minivan carpet.
I lug it all there and then I see what a friend brought. I don’t want to give away her identity so I’ll just call her Bemily. Actually, make it Semily. Semily’s dish…
Yes, thankfully she labeled it. So you know it’s pigs in a blanket from the USA. Not to be confused with pigs in a blanket from Argentina.
Of course, they are the BIGGEST hit.
So I’d like to personally thank my daughter Dylan who had two bowls of matzoh ball soup.
You are a good kid.
Oh yeah. Apparently, she loved the hotdogs too.