Tis the season of the Jewish Holidays. I love this time of year because I adore going to peoples’ homes to eat brisket and carrot souffle. I am a wonderful guest as I never come empty handed. About a month ago, a dear friend of mine invited my family to Yom Kippur breakfast. (Do you see where this is headed?) I eagerly accepted the invitation and could already taste the French Toast that I would bring. Two weeks later, another dear friend invited us to dinner on Yom Kippur. I thought to myself, how lucky we are to be invited to a breakfast and a dinner for the holiday. This morning, I was on the phone with my friend who had invited me to what I thought would be my morning meal. I confirmed that we would be arriving at ten am. “Why ten am?” she asked. “Break fast starts at 5 pm after Temple.” Oh my god, what a loser I am! I thought break fast was breakfast and I had accepted two dinner invitations. Luckily, my other dear friend laughed it off and said maybe next year. Just call me Jessica Simpson! Maybe I will bring Chicken of the Sea to the break fast.
Hilarious!