With apologies to my Jewish friends.
Last Sunday was the birthday of one of my best and oldest friends, so I gave him a call out in B.C.
While talking, he reminded me of an instance that I had totally forgotten about.
Both of us worked during our Summers in Middle and Upper School, and for a couple of years, we worked at the same camp as councilors. One day, near the end of the camp session, we had planned a big hit dog roast and party. One of the kids had been sent (coming from an observant home) with a couple of kosher weiners.
Anyhow, I was in the councilors' office for a bit, when my friend came rushing in saying there was trouble. Turns out the the little kid with the kosher hot dogs was freaking out because another kid's trayfe hot dog had touched the kosher one rendering it inedible. Big trouble.
So, I went over to the boy, crouched down as my friend hovered nearby to watch how I solved this one. I frowned in concentration looking at the hot dog found a dirty spot (from ash) wiped it off and then closed my eyes and said a few words in Hebrew (to be fair, an actual traditional blessing - but still...) and told him it was edible again, just to make sure to cook it a little bit longer. He smiled, gave me a huge hug and went to finish cooking his hot dog. And a camp legend was born.
Anyhow, something I had totally forgotten :) Hopefully the Lord of Hosts will overlook my goyishe presumption and understand that 40 hungry eight year olds sometimes require extreme measures!
While talking, he reminded me of an instance that I had totally forgotten about.
Both of us worked during our Summers in Middle and Upper School, and for a couple of years, we worked at the same camp as councilors. One day, near the end of the camp session, we had planned a big hit dog roast and party. One of the kids had been sent (coming from an observant home) with a couple of kosher weiners.
Anyhow, I was in the councilors' office for a bit, when my friend came rushing in saying there was trouble. Turns out the the little kid with the kosher hot dogs was freaking out because another kid's trayfe hot dog had touched the kosher one rendering it inedible. Big trouble.
So, I went over to the boy, crouched down as my friend hovered nearby to watch how I solved this one. I frowned in concentration looking at the hot dog found a dirty spot (from ash) wiped it off and then closed my eyes and said a few words in Hebrew (to be fair, an actual traditional blessing - but still...) and told him it was edible again, just to make sure to cook it a little bit longer. He smiled, gave me a huge hug and went to finish cooking his hot dog. And a camp legend was born.
Anyhow, something I had totally forgotten :) Hopefully the Lord of Hosts will overlook my goyishe presumption and understand that 40 hungry eight year olds sometimes require extreme measures!