Rewind 30 minutes, I’m at Mr. Ripoff underneath the Mashbir with my new roommate Steve. Mr. Zol, Mr. Yakar, whatever it’s called. We’re doing some shopping for a little candle-lighting party in light of the upcoming holiday. That’s right, people….IT’S FESTIVUS!
“Slicha, yesh lachem…..lo yodaya ech omrim….(in Hebrew)….in America, we eat it with latkes, it’s white….” Lord Almighty, how in the hell do you describe sour cream??? Blank stares. There was a better chance of him suddenly performing the Three Amigos’ “My Little Buttercup” song and dance than knowing what I was talking about.
Next woman. Same thing. “In America, we eat….”
“I’m not from there.”
If it makes the shamenet feel better, I had trouble finding large amounts of black pepper as well, bigger than the small containers in the spice rack section.
Me to a Russian woman (in Hebrew, as always): “Do you know where is pilpel* (pepper)?”
Woman: “What is pilpel?”
Me: “Jesus Christ….it’s like salt but black.”
Woman: “Black salt???”
Me (pretending I’m on the “$25,000 Pyramid”): “Salt aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand…..?”
Looks like it’s apple sauce and no pepper in 5770!
So what’s the difference between shamenet cream cheese and shamenet sour cream? Same word?