Never Get Between a Man and his Matzoh Balls

or, Rosenkrantz and Guildenstern are Hungry

The Player: We're more of the maror, matzoh ball soup, and charoset school. Well, we can do you matzoh ball soup and maror without the charoset, and we can do you matzoh ball soup and charoset without the maror, and we can do you all three concurrent or consecutive. But we can't give you maror and charoset without the matzoh ball soup. Matzoh ball soup is compulsory. They're all matzoh ball soup, you see.

Guildenstern: Is that what people want?

The Player: It's what we do.

So, apparently I commited marital betrayal last night by not either:

a) making matzoh ball soup or

b) telling hubby he needed to make matzoh ball soup

despite the fact that our main course was, actually SOUP. (Butternut squash mole, to be precise. And it was DAMN good, too.)

I was able to smooth over the problem by brandishing a very large lemon-curd-strawberry spongecake, but now I am warned. Matzah Ball soup is compulsory.