Still Wanting To Be Jewish

images-2 Saturday is Passover, or what we lapsed Catholics call, Jewish Easter.

My friend Max, is preparing for her Seder (Passover ceremonial dinner), like nobody’s business starting with matzoh, the Jimmy Cagney of breads, tart but tasty from an old world, orthodox Brooklyn bakery…gilfilte fish pate, leek and potato soup, roasted chicken with rosemary in a honey glaze, balsamic mixed vegetable pie, wild mushrooms (kinda like Max) and almonds in a simmering veal sauce, apple kugel and homemade macaroons, sponge cake with fresh strawberries topped with vanilla ice-cream for dessert, with a wine list that would curl your hair.

I told her she should sell tickets.

She kindly invited me, but did her the favor by saying no.  Would you want Helen Keller at your table? What…what…WHAT???  Trust me, you would not.  But I did say I was open for leftovers.

I don’t only long to be Jewish because of the food, though Max is very Italian the way she cooks, just with a mezuzah outside her door, but for their passionate commitment.  You see it in families as they stroll in their Saturday best up the avenue.  Shabbats, celebrated on Saturday, is their Sunday they relish as a true day of reverence and rest.  Christians, on the other hand, approach all Sundays and holidays like a job, attending mass because they should.  Cooking for others because it’s expected. I know, I used to be one.

Jews appear to have more genetic joy, and that’s what I’m after.

Could it be their history that makes them so?  I know what you’re thinking…what could trump the crucifixion?  Not sure, but every time I see the script at the top of Park Avenue Synagogue that reads:


I fold my holy cards.

I was in love with a Jewish man who, despite his guitar and tattoos, observed all rituals.  Not what you’d expect from a rock in roller, but this is what I’ve learned.  To be born Jewish is to be as they say, one of God’s chosen people.

As he’d say the prayers, his head bowed, I too wanted to be chosen, by him mostly…

but alas, I was only the designated Shiksa sitting at the table.  images-1




About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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32 Responses to Still Wanting To Be Jewish

  1. micklively says:

    Can you sign up for the food, without also committing to, their imaginary friend is better than anyone elses? If so, count me in.

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  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    An Italian college friend invited my roommate and me to his Chicago home for Thanksgiving one year, since it was too far and expensive for us to fly home. I never saw such a spread of food. I was already stuffed from the appetizers! My roommate (Irish) and I (Polish/English) vowed to marry an Italian someday!

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  4. I worked at a law firm for years, so of course I was in the presence of jews. I must say the food was spectacular and everything stopped in observance of the holidays or holy days.
    I’m laughing at the word Shiksa. One of the older attorney’s always used it in reference to yours truly, who had NO clue what it meant and Google was not yet invented. It was a good month before I asked…lol

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  5. Elle Knowles says:

    You wouldn’t have to eat for a week after that spread. Hoping there are leftovers in your future Susannah! 😉 ~Elle

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  6. Rubenstein, Hal says:

    Very cute !
    I use to celebrate now I’m a heathen !
    Hope your well


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  7. We are going to a Seder at our friend’s house on Sunday. There will be 30 people there but unlike your friend, the food will be the worst. Perhaps because it’s a “mixed marriage” and the wife is Catholic or she just doesn’t have cooking skills (I think it’s the latter because even the picnics there are scary). However, the fellowship will be wonderful.

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  8. jewasianpairings says:

    Why don’t you choose Judaism? Convert?


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