“I sure spent a lot of time and money on that site,” I’ve sighed, teasing that Lucky Guy.
That’s when he insists that I can call him Isaac if it makes me feel better. Seriously, I feel grateful that my guy is so open-minded about people and culture — and he’s such a good sport. Last night, he joined us to bring in the Jewish New Year with family and friends, our first-ever Jewish holiday together.
When LG first asked me this week, “Remind me what Rosh Hashanah is,” I was proud of myself for being able define the holiday:
According to the Jewish calendar, the year is 5770. Every fall, we bring in the New Year by dipping apples in honey and eating challah bread that’s shaped in a circle.
I recited these details after picking LG up at the airport — he’d been in Denver for work — and that’s when I remembered: “Oh, we’d better stop and get some wine to bring to dinner!”
“And I think it should kosher,” I added.
“Are you sure?” he said. “Why does it have to be kosher? And isn’t there only one kind? Manischewitz.”
He made a face: “And isn’t it really sweet?”
He had me: I wanted to spout some intellectual explanation about kosher vs. non-kosher wines. That would have impressed him. But I didn’t have a clue. Clearly, I had some research to do.
First, I called my Dad and asked him about kosher wine. But he wasn’t so sure about the answer, either. So, I put the word out on Facebook — and got more than an earful from friends, such as the very helpful Richard at Israeli Wine.
As my friend, Julia, put it: “Look what happens when you ask a bunch a Jews for their opinions: You get never ending commentary ”When do you need to drink kosher wine?… Aaahh!!”
So, last night, we brought one bottle of each. But in the end, no one at our dinner gave much thought to the kind of wine we drank. They just wanted to check out the new sweet boyfriend. And boy, did they.
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