I was at a dim sum place in Milpitas for a friend's birthday this Saturday and, in the middle of scarfing down a bunch of lobster bits, I was struck with a flash of genius.
Kosher dim sum.
An idea that will revolutionize Jewish cuisine. Imagine, if you will: a big open space, dotted with circular family-sized tables surrounded by cozy dilapidated chairs. Between the rows, bubbes in various stages of senility pushing carts laden with small plates of food, trying to coax you into having "just one more bite, you look so skinny, yingela."
You heard it here first, folks. Now to get cracking on recipes. So far I have matzo balls with various dipping sauces, matzah with chopped liver, lox, mini bagels and — the chickens' feet of Kosher cooking — gefilte fish.
Any other ideas?
On the other side of the calorie scale (and keeping with the Jewish theme, I guess), tomorrow evening I'm taking my first Krav Maga class. I'm scared and excited and can't wait to be sore all over. What the heck has become of me?! I must be going nuts.