Tasti-d-Lite is goyish anyway

While this blog has no agenda but to dissect every microcosm of the quirky Jewishness of NYC, every Jew always has the agenda of ultimately finding something delicious to eat. I cannot stress this enough - it is on our mind at all times. It is even the better if said Jew (let's call her Yentl for fun) can say that she is having this meal in commemoration of her brethren having suffered at some point in history. Jews had many persecutors in the past...Greeks, Romans, Nazis....and Thoroughly Modern (Mental) Yentl has many too. One of those is the Tasti-d-Lite Nazi on 86th and Broadway who only allows Yentl to sample one flavor per visit. What fun is that? No wonder there was a shooting at a Tasti on the Upper East Side a few weeks ago. In any case, let's all raise our over-priced (but thoroughly Tuv Ta-am - Deeelish!) Tasti cups and commemorate our homies Moshe, Mendel and Elana, who could not sample Peanut Bettercup Surprise because they overzealously asked for a taste of Melon Madness.

Who cares about Tasti anyway - it's not even a Yiddishe food! Chulent on the other hand...throw some sweet potatoes in and you're golden. Or beer. Or hot dogs. Crock pot=Instant Gadlus. In fact, I'm about to post on Almost Met Jew that Freida Bomzer better return my crock pot she borrowed 3 weeks ago or I'll have to disinvite her to this Friday night's dessert. On that note, please visit Cray-zee Howard's blog devoted entirely to Yid Food.

Shalom (that means hello, goodbye and peace - well, to everyone but Freida) for now.