Plantain latkes at Chanukah. Arroz y habichuelas (rice and beans) in the Rosh Hashanah dining dining table close to Big Mama TillieвЂ™s roast brisket. Flan de queso crema (cream cheese custard) for Shavuot.
While those could be run-of-the-mill Jewish vacation meals in certain areas of the entire world, it was entirely unusual during my Ashkenazi upbringing in Silver Spring, Maryland. Of program, that is before we came across Luis.
Seventeen years back, we dragged myself away from my couch during my apartment on Capitol Hill to attend celebration in Ballston. Why? Because a pal explained that a lovely guy that is jewish likely to be here. Continue reading “I would ike to inform about Jewish interracial dating”