Channukah, fifth night. Candle 5: Fried Green Tomatoes
December 16th, 2009
on the fifth night they awoke to a warm kitchen, and light. light that had never gone out, had never diminished.
content to call it a miracle now, they pulled green tomatoes out of some tall black hats [rabbits still had a few more centuries to develop].
someone had cornmeal, another family had hens. buttermilk was always on hand. someone cried with happiness and another rendered tears of joy into salt. tomatoes were sliced into big, fat, thick, rounds, and the breading commenced.
as you can imagine, that oil was hotter than the hot of hot, having absorbed a vast desert's hospitality and having intermingled with g-d's message.
some dipped into cool buttermilk, others transferred into knobby freshly pounded cornmeal, and the very brave carefully slipped tomato rounds into miraculously hot oil.
dehydrated salty tears were sprinkled in a heedful & measured way. some people opted for less joy, some more.
and so, nu, on the fifth night, another candle was lit and there, gathered around its light, were grateful, hungry, joyful, people.
alive & free, they finished every crumb, every crispy bit of
Fried Green Tomatoes.
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