Jewstalgia

It's 2009. My son has just returned from the Dollar Store.

Hey, ma, look at this! he says, holding up a small green box.
They're called 'Jujubes' - from your day. Whoa! I almost broke a tooth on one of those. They're like rocks!

You don't know how to eat them. The cool part was to soften them up enough to chomp then glue your teeth together, I said, wistfully. Isn't it great?

He gives me his glue-factory look, shrugs, dumps the box and heads for his virtual room.

Jujubes! Ah ... yes. I remember my "ju"-joy, circa 1950s. Loews in Queens. The box lasted through the whole double feature: "The House on Haunted Hill" and "The Blob"

My Ju-Joy leads to a flood of nostalgia, or in my case - Jewstalgia. And I realize how long I've been Jewstalgic for all the places, all the times of my life that have just gone missing. And like any good Jewess most involve, what else? Food.

Join me?

Jewlarious

¡Me encantó!

Bueno, a algunas les gusta poner los azufaifos 4 o 5 segundos en el microondas, para transformarlos en algo delicioso que llaman 'Jujugoo'... 

¡Azufaifos cálidos!