Last week, as part of my daughter and mother-in-law’s birthday celebrations, my husband picked up a package of lox at Costco so we could enjoy a special birthday breakfast of bagel, lox and cream cheese. This is our Jewish soul food, and even my little eight-year-old girl has already learned to appreciate our cultural staple.
One bite of bagel, lox and cream cheese instantly brings me back to every Jewish gathering from the time I was a little girl living in Akron, OH all the way to just last week at my Temple’s Yom Kippur break the fast meal after a whole day of fasting. This is the food of celebrations and even of sad times when it is served at funeral shivahs. It is there at every Jewish occasion, and I can’t even begin to imagine life without it.
I couldn’t imagine life without it, that is, until a Facebook friend and Temple member posted this picture along with a recall warning on Facebook yesterday.
Oh no! This could not really be happening. Costco was reporting a salmonella warning, and as my mom joked about a salmonella warning on salmon, I protested that this was no laughing matter.
The Facebooker suggested that I buy my lox elsewhere, but Costco is just so economical, and it’s also amazingly yummy, too. It looks like, until the problem is solved, we are on a lox hiatus, and I am truly crushed.
To honor this fabulous fishy fantasy, I think a musical selection by the band Phish Is in order. So, my song of the day is one from my college days when Phish would pass through Ithaca, NY and play their guitars jumping up and down on trampolines. I loved their song “Contact” back then, and you should click this YouTube link if you’d like to hear it: http://m.youtube.com/#/watch?v=dt6ejh1htSI&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Ddt6ejh1htSI.
Thank goodness for my crunchy Kashi cereal with milk, but nova lox, I will miss you In the meantime. You will always be my Jewish companion.