Desh, it sounds like you have some very good, very well-thought-out reasons for this. It also sounds like you have a very well-decided point for when you would want to stop if it was becoming a chore. I say go for it.
Don't talk to me about bagels. I, uh, put a little too much of myself into slicing a dozen last night. Final slicing total: 12 bagels and 1 finger! And yet, it would still be more tragic to be without them. Good luck.
(Tell me about it. I grew up in Jersey, as a wisegoy, mind you, and only after moving discovered that Seder humor is not, in fact, universal.
And sorry, but I live in the wastelands of Pennsylvania between Philly and Pittsburgh now. I used to be able to get matzoh pizza delivered, now acquiring decent bagels is a quest of Tolkiennesque proportions. There is great peril involved, and men might die.)
Hmmm...you may win on the 'so close, yet so far' ticket ;) I'm in Cardiff, Wales. They have these things they call bagels, but they are not. In any way.
(It's weeeeeird being here, after growing up in Philadelphia. I know, maybe, 10 words of Yiddish, and no one here understands them. Also, I would crawl over my own grandmother for a pastrami sandwich.)
Well, it's not Naples. But yeah, my SO lived in Dublin awhile, traveled around the British Isles, and discussed the difficulty of acquiring bagels. Also discovered there's, like, one mohel in the British Isles, as friends mentioned having to fly him in for a Brit milah.
The weird thing about using Yiddish slang is, you tend not to think of it as "yiddish." The Old Barracks Museum, in Trenton, NJ, e.g., used to sell a shirt that said "Washington schlepped here." It was hilarious to those of us from North Jersey/NYC, made sense to some visitors from Philly, and pretty much never sold to other tourists or locals.
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Desh, it sounds like you have some very good, very well-thought-out reasons for this. It also sounds like you have a very well-decided point for when you would want to stop if it was becoming a chore. I say go for it.
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(Oh man save me I'm in a country where no one gets Passover jokes help help help. And send a decent bagel.)
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And sorry, but I live in the wastelands of Pennsylvania between Philly and Pittsburgh now. I used to be able to get matzoh pizza delivered, now acquiring decent bagels is a quest of Tolkiennesque proportions. There is great peril involved, and men might die.)
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(It's weeeeeird being here, after growing up in Philadelphia. I know, maybe, 10 words of Yiddish, and no one here understands them. Also, I would crawl over my own grandmother for a pastrami sandwich.)
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The weird thing about using Yiddish slang is, you tend not to think of it as "yiddish." The Old Barracks Museum, in Trenton, NJ, e.g., used to sell a shirt that said "Washington schlepped here." It was hilarious to those of us from North Jersey/NYC, made sense to some visitors from Philly, and pretty much never sold to other tourists or locals.
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ETA: Also, I think as non-Jews, we're uniquely qualified to discuss the pervasiveness of Yiddish in different locales. ;)