I forgot to mention what ties it all together:
Baxter, the Pig Who Wanted to Be Kosher.
Written by a friend of a friend of my cousin R, J has promised me a copy for Mother's Day (maybe signed, J?) which I will then frame and hang proudly in my kitchen. I hope to follow it up with a copy of Larry the Lobster, who wants to go to Seder (which doesn't exist, but should, because most Jews I know eat more shellfish than pork). Family members of J's will remember fondly how I shared with the Rabbi about J's Dad's fondness for lobster after he passed.
I'm still very sorry. The Rabbi handled it with remarkable tact. The two younger brothers, though, laughed their asses off.
Anyway, I first found out about this book at Caplansky's, where it is displayed, and then I found out about the Jewish geography connection, and then there was the Gaga pig connection, and now my Pesach joy is complete.
I ordered lamb from the butcher* for Easter, just to confuse everyone.
*I found my butcher now! Incidentally, it is from White House Meats. Love the D.C. connection, right?
**And Baxter is not really about a Kosher pig, but really about the joys of Shabbat dinner. Read more about it here at Amy's blog.
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