Latest update: August 21st, 2012
Welcome to “You’re Asking Me?” where we answer any and all questions — not necessarily in the hopes that we can make your issues go away by waving a newspaper at them, but more in the hopes that if we make enough jokes, you’ll forget what your problem was, unless you reread the beginning of the article, where we helpfully put your problems in bold face.
But you might as well write in, because everyone else who has all the answers is busy driving cabs and cutting hair. Often at the same time.
Last month, my wife made food for nine days of Yom Tov, plus guests, not all of whom ate. (Why on Earth are you coming to our house FOR A MEAL if you’re not going to eat? Why not just come for Yom Kippur?) And now we’re inundated with leftovers to the point where we have to prop a chair up against the fridge to hold it all in. Every day the same foods come out of the fridge, and the same foods go back in. I love my wife, but I’m so sick of leftovers that I’m considering moving back out to the sukkah. What should I do?
You can come to my house if you want. We’re eating leftovers too, but they’re new to you. The more you eat, the less I have to.
But the truth is that won’t help. The real issue with leftovers isn’t that you’ve eaten this food before, it’s that no cookbook ever says, “Cook at 350 degrees for two hours, and then again at 275 four days later.” And they all show this gorgeous picture that doesn’t look anything like the food you pull out of the fridge a week later.
Of course, there is something to be said for, instead of figuring out what to make after all those days of five-course meals, just taking something out of the fridge and heating it for the eighth time and trying to figure out what it is, based on various clues such as the fork that someone left in there, and whether that fork is milchig or fleishig. Personally, I eat leftovers mainly to make room in the fridge.
But leftovers are definitely a huge issue for everybody. What did they do in Europe when they had this problem? None of the stories about gedolim ever say.
I’m a 15-year-old girl with a crazy family. Every time we go out or someone comes to visit, I’m embarrassed to no end and make it a point to say, “I’m not related.” How can I make my family more normal?
Red-faced in Monsey Dear Red,
You might not think it’s fair that people judge you based on how embarrassing your parents are, but there’s an expression: “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” I’m not sure who came up with that expression. I think it was Sir Isaac Newton.
Of course, saying that people are like apples is like comparing apples to… well… oranges, I guess. That expression is also from a different time, when most people were home schooled, and they were born and died in the same little town, and there was no outside culture or phones or even texting. (OMG, right?) And if you spend your entire life in a perfume factory, you come out smelling like perfume.
But teenagers have always been embarrassed by their parents, because let’s face it – parents of teenagers are embarrassing. They’ve been living on zero sleep for almost twenty years, and most of their time has been split between trying to put a roof over your head and using that roof as an argument to get you to follow their rules. The last time they were in contact with anything cool or fun was two decades ago, and the reason your father is still wearing the same shirt that he bought in 1992 is that he hasn’t been able to treat himself to a shirt since then.
About the Author:
You might also be interested in:
You must log in to post a comment.