Her Food Network show was getting stale, they said. People were sick of southern cooking, they said.
Reinvent yourself, they said.
Fine, she thought. I’ll give ’em something they’ll never expect. I’m gonna start cooking Eastern European Jewish food.
Amazingly, it worked. She was in demand like never before. Her chicken soup with matzohballs was a sensation, her rugelach a crowd pleaser. Books featuring her recipes for chopped liver and gribenes flew off the shelves. Even Michael Symon and Bobby Flay started cooking brisket with onions.
But disaster struck when critics rendered an exceptionally harsh judgment against Paula Deen Kasha.
[There’s a bilingual pun hidden in this story. Can you find it?]
Friday, February 25, 2011
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Oy gevalt! You vant I should rattle my brains looking for bits and pieces of moldy Yiddish?
Rugelach a crowd pleaser would be my guess.
Not even close, guys. One small hint: the other language (aside from English) is not Yiddish.
Erica may figure it out, but I doubt it. My money's on Bogner.
Oh, I wasn't even trying to figure it out. I was merely channeling Billy Crystal in "The Princess Bride."
"Humperdinck! Humperdinck!"
"I'm not liss-ning!"
Judgment...Paula deen Kasha...come on, man...I am that good.
Erica, you’re exactly halfway there.
Ba'al din kasheh?
Right you are, Rahel!
Oooh, do I get a prize? A post with a pic of Hakuna, perhaps?
:-)
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