Many years ago in Cleveland I had invited a bunch of friends back to my apartment after the bar closed one winter's night. As we all sat around talking, laughing, and drinking my friend Jil stopped the chatting:
"Hey, wait a minute" she said as she looked around at us all. Then, pointing at each person around the room, starting with herself, she said "Jew, Jew, Jew, Jew, Jew, Jew, Jew, Jew, Jew, Jew ..." and when she finally arrived at me she said "Jew by Association". We all had a good laugh. It didn't mean a thing, of course; that sort of thing didn't matter in the CLE where most people get along swell and we don't have separate bars like a lot of less-enlightened cities, but it was a funny observation.
As I've mentioned before, having spent so much of my life in a place so rich in Jewish culture and cuisine, I love a good deli and a good deli sandwich. I had a chuckle as I'd thought about that story the other day while making a sandwich at home. That sandwich featured:
Homemade rye bread
Chicken liver pâté
Homemade sour pickles
I have no doubt in my mind that this sandwich exists in a deli somewhere under another name, but since I'd made three of the ingredients myself I'm going to dub it "The Associate". Today I, and all of Chowbacca!, send love to all of our favorite Jews and wish them, and the world, a happy, healthy, Hanukkah. We're thankful for you all.