Let’s all pause for a moment of gratitude that this hellish heat didn’t show up over Yom Kippur. What kind of mid-October day just decides to cook all of L.A. at 96 degrees?
I think the sun made me hallucinate, because when I crossed Olympic today, I saw a very peculiar bunch: a shirtless middle aged man in long jeans; a “gangsta”-looking dude in sagging long pants, t-shirt, plaid button-down and jacket; and a suited Persian man wearing a kippah and large cross across his chest.
I actually glanced back after I passed all of them to make sure I wasn’t just imagining the three most random people I could think of, all walking together.
Back to Yom Kippur, though, I was thinking: what if we could pick one food item to eat over the entire 26-hour fast? There’s the instinctive ‘bulk’ approach (an entire pizza pie or roasted turkey) or the more liquid-minded one (a watermelon, for instance).
For some reason, though, I was craving lox through the entire fast. Don’t ask me why. There was lox at the break-fast I went to – I cleaned that platter up. No bagel, no cream cheese. Just that smoked salmon.
Oh, the places our minds take us when we get that hungry.