Sometimes my one shul does this. Communication is not our strong suit.

I’m sure it was. The entire PPB raced in and locked down the neighborhood right after.

Also reconfirmed that my immediate response to danger is neither fight nor flight but a secret third thing: going “Come on, really? That doesn’t happen in real life.”

Yeah, thanks, just a little freaked out still.

Bastirma/pastırma/basturma maybe? Similar but more strongly spiced.

It’s also quite large so imagine the looks of horror—or is that terror?—on my seder guests’ faces if I brought this out actually gefilt with gefilte fish

I remain firm on the reasonableness of “Nobody is allowed to sit on or walk across the table during mealtimes” and he can’t tell me it’s unfair, because it applies equally to everyone in the house, including my mother-in-law.

Without trying to start discourse (is this an internet attention span thing? ADHD? George Martin’s fault?) I’d love some recommendations for recent-ish medium-to-longer fantasy novels with a single (or at least limited # of) POV and sustained narrative.