tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146381.post114867582005078330..comments2023-10-22T09:19:29.996-04:00Comments on I Hate The New Yorker: the case of the communist cheesecakezoe p.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02535684589288030978noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146381.post-1149439543226247212006-06-04T12:45:00.000-04:002006-06-04T12:45:00.000-04:00Heh. I had to search for the original post to rem...Heh. I had to search for the original post to remind myself about this one. I quoted a story by Mordkhe Tsanin in which a local schoolteacher briefly has the great honor and terrible responsibility of keeping a portrait of the czar in his house for the duration of a festival. He can't hang the picture himself but doesn't want to let his wife help.<BR/><BR/>"You turkey," she yells, "You're afraid to let me touch the czar? You're afraid I'm going to knead him into the noodle dough?"<BR/><BR/>Well, in Yiddish, it's very funny. <BR/><BR/>The juxtaposition of the Czar and Jewish food reminded me of the song, and the tea box just seemed to go with everything.the chocolate doctor מרת שאקאלאדhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17844956689807749316noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146381.post-1149255538536984712006-06-02T09:38:00.000-04:002006-06-02T09:38:00.000-04:00Tea is for cultists. I love that. Speaking of te...Tea is for cultists. I love that. <BR/><BR/>Speaking of tea and politics, chocolate lady, what WAS so interesting about the czar's tea? I enjoyed the song, but now we're drinking the tea, as iced tea, and I think it works well for that purpose . . .zoe p.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02535684589288030978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146381.post-1149139034063302702006-06-01T01:17:00.000-04:002006-06-01T01:17:00.000-04:00Oh heavens, many comments, but I will start with o...Oh heavens, many comments, but I will start with one:<BR/>When I was in culinary school, I told The Robber Bridegroom, then my co-vivant, that we took turns and one week I would be going in early to light the ovens and make the tea. <BR/> <B>"Make tea?" </B> he shouted with some alarm, "What is this? Some kind of cult?"the chocolate doctor מרת שאקאלאדhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17844956689807749316noreply@blogger.com