When a woman spends the night at a man’s place for the first time, he will awaken the next morning either suddenly shocked or pleasantly surprised. When the latter happens, a man’s got to be prepared. A quick trip to the diner or a bagel run can spoil the mood by cutting time spent in bed. The key to making the morning linger… is breakfast. And by that, gentlemen, we are not implying an apple or an old box of raisins.
Many of your non-Jewish guests may ask you about those little hats that men wear on their heads in temple. The Yentas offer you some answers that you can share.
It’s holiday season after all, and for most of you that means a chill in the air, which is all the more reason to drink a rich red wine in cozy company, or pop the cork off some bubbly; not simply because New Year’s Eve is around the corner, but also because effervescence and acidity are the perfect balance to crispy, deep-fried latkes.
I admit to being somewhat of a gastronomic and a culinary discontent. I like to push the envelope and play with an idea or recipe and then move on and do it all over again. The same applies to holiday menus. I love the rituals of the Jewish holidays and the foods, but I do not like the routine recipes that often accompany those dishes. This Hanukkah I am thinking outside the box and mixing it up a bit.
The stereotypical Jewish character on television is not usually one we can be proud of. From Woody Allen’s nebbish and neurotic to Mrs. Seinfeld’s overbearing and oblivious, the Jews might have a reputation as scholarly, but never sexy. This must be what Italians feel like watching Jersey Shore. The coolest Jew in television history was a young Henry Winkler – he could get any girl he wanted, start a jukebox by hitting it and even jump over a shark while not getting his leather jacket wet. Of course, the character he played was Italian. No one would believe all that could be done by Arthur Fonzewitz…
You probably hear over and over again that online dating is a numbers game. Perhaps you wonder, “When will it be my turn?” As singles looking for love online, you know that first impressions are everything. So without further adieu, I wish you all a very festive holiday season. Here are eight ways to enjoy the holiday. So don’t be blue and let’s get started.
I may have mentioned before that I refer to the wedding weekend as the Wedding Olympics. Instead of star athletes, there’s a star couple! There’s a lot of promotion that goes into it for months prior (the real Olympics has a theme song. Do you?) People travel to be there and set up camps in Wedding Olympics Village, otherwise known as “hotel blocks for the X wedding.” Nikes and leotards are traded in for tuxes and dresses, but there still seems to be a costume or uniform, of sorts. Oh, and the bride and groom get a prize instead of medals; they get each other! And there are so many events!
If wealth does not lead to happiness then what does? Happiness experts Elizabeth W. Dunn of the University of British Columbia, Daniel T. Gilbert from Harvard University and Timothy D. Wilson of the University of Virginia allege that experiences keep people merrier than belongings. Perhaps it’s wishful thinking but at least it’s an investment everyone can afford. Their latest paper suggests new ways of spending that will help you stay happy.
I love Thanksgiving. It is the most American of all holidays. As a Jew, I especially love the holiday. It is the only holiday where I can eat a big fancy dinner and pile into the car and go visit friends or just drive around and look at the holiday lights. I can run to the store and pick up forgotten items and I can use the internet to check out pie recipes. On Jewish holidays, this would not be possible. Thanksgiving levels the playing field for Jews and makes you feel just like every other American.
I’ll admit it. As a single gal, the holiday season can feel a little lonely. Even though I’m Jewish and don’t celebrate Christmas, from about mid November through New Years, I think I lack a little All American holiday spirit. Even Chanukah, the holiday of light, can feel isolating when lighting candles on my own. The last time I hand-grated potatoes for homemade latkes? It was for my boyfriend at the time.