Meanwhile, here's a tidbit from a friend of mine. She's a baker in a bourgie grocery store. Actually, she's a fabulous baker, who makes a wicked dairy-free just-about-anything, in many places including the bourgie grocery store and her own kitchen. But that's not the point of the story. The story is about hamentashen in December. Remember what I said about Murphy's law of Jewish holidays? What did I tell you.
so i was having a meeting with my boss today, and we were talking about the things we don't make any sort of, like biscotti or little tartlette things, that he thinks we might have a market for if we would just start making them.Argh, indeed. Now, I dunno if it's actually wrong to serve hamentashen when it isn't Purim. But that's beside the point. Two out of two Jews in a workplace say that it's a bad plan. A thoughtful boss would take that into account. But, oppression has made him so stupid that he thinks he knows everything and doesn't need to listen to anyone else. As if there wasn't enough for small-town Jews to deal with in December, some white male gentile business owner has to be throwing his privilege around, making it worse. Hmph. Bah, humbug.
then he suggested hamentashen. my first response was "...it's not purim." he said "what?" so i tried to explain to him that hamentashen were specific to a holiday which wouldn't occur until early spring and that you couldn't just make them any old time.
his response was "but other grocery stores do." so i told him that the fact that other grocery stores make them year round actually offends me, and it's not something i'm willing to do.
argh. the argument went on, with him trying to convince me it didn't matter, and me telling him i didn't care that it didn't matter to him, i still would only make them on purim.
then i went online and found a description of purim and the history and why we make hamentashen and all that, and printed it out for him, and then went home early.