Our conversation at dinner last week, in which we show ourselves to be grossly ignorant of each other’s religious traditions.
Me: I bought herring snacks for Passover. But Dad already finished them off, and it’s not even Passover yet.
(Herring snacks are small bits of herring pickled with rather lots of onion. They are not nearly as objectionable as gefilte fish, but an acquired taste just the same.)
Husband: We don’t have bagels at Passover. I can’t have herring snacks when there are no bagels.
(This must be one of the 613 laws: "And you shall not eat of the snacks of herring except that you eat them with bagels." - Book of Comestibles 3:36.)
Me: But I made Passover bagels.
Husband (shaking his head sadly): No, herring snacks are not for Passover. They don’t go with Passover bagels.
Son: I thought fish was for Lent.
Husband: Didn’t Jesus talk to fish?
Youngest Daughter (who has been somewhat paying attention to my reading of Bible stories): Didn’t Jesus serve fish to a huge bunch of hungry people? He took 3 fish and 2 loaves and fed a whole bunch of people.
Husband: I always thought it was gefilte fish that he served, because, doesn’t the Bible say it was a loaf of fish?
Me: It was 2 fish and 5 loaves. Of bread.
Son: Is that why the cafeteria serves a fish sandwich every Friday?
Anyway, I am glad the herring snacks are gone and I don’t have to buy any more for a while. They are stinky.