The Union of Reform Judaism, formerly known asUnion of American Hebrew Congregations, has just announced modifications for the observance of Passover.
The length of the observance has been shortened to 4 days from the previous 8 days.
Cheerios, peanut butter, sweet corn & shellfish (not limited to clams, oysters, lobsters, crab & shrimp) are exempt from prohibition. To wit, clam bakes are good to go.
Pork spare ribs are OK after the first night if consumed with Chinese food.
2 questions have been added, “What’s wrong with legumes?” And “Is Matzah induced constipation fake news?”
Finally, children searching for the “afikoman” is to be replaced by practicing the violin and studying for their college boards.
Before we go further, let me state that I believe fish should be swimming in the water, or served cooked on the plate. Yes, yes, yes… any number of well-meaning folk have castigated me (I had to look the word up: reprimand, rebuke, admonish, chastise, chide, upbraid) for disdaining the consumption & enjoying of sushi. So be it. {Side note: “upbraid” is a great word}
That still… my antennae picked up from a Disney blog that the Mouse House is launching a new and innovative sushi experience that will raise the bar for sushi dining that will make the aficionado’s head swim.
Enter the “Sushi Kit” available at the T-Rex restaurant in Disney Springs. Half the bar at T-Rex has been modified to accommodate 8 diners. For $199.99 take your seat in front of the fabulous fish tank that fronts the bar. In front of you find:a teak cutting board, a Gensu boning knife, a brazier for cooking rice, a ginger root w/small paring knife, a selection of seaweed, a ramekin w/wasabi, a small beaker of low sodium soy sauce and a fishing net from L.L. Bean. Also included are souvenir chopsticks and a colorful card signed by Goofy wearing a kimono.
Instructions: take your net, pick out a fish, and have at it!
CALPURNIA: Julius! Julius… get up, get up! Wake up Julius! You’re having a dream!
CAESAR: Dream? No, a shit show nightmare!! I can’t believe it, I can’t believe it! Oh sweet Jupiter what terrifying visions plague my night.
CALPURNIA: Julius calm yourself… you’re in our bedroom. No harm will come to you…
CAESAR: Oh, Calpurnia only if you had been there. You have no idea the wretched sequence of events that gripped my mind and drove a dagger into my soul! At first there was nothing to suggest an unhappy interlude. It was a Tuesday afternoon when Brutus and I play chess. And Brutus opens with the Queen’s gambit.
I stare at him. I grit my teeth and spit out “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”He just smirks. Smirks for Apollo’s sake! “I told you never to use that opening with me!” I scream at him, “NEVER! Do you hear me? Never!!” In a rage I drop my wine goblet, knock over the board, the chess pieces scatter everywhere and I step in dog shit!
CALPURNIA: Don’t tell me you’re going ballistic over a silly board game! That’s the dagger to your soul?
CAESAR: First, it’s not silly board game! It’s chess for Minerva’s sake! And then it gets even worse! On Friday’s after an hour or two in the baths it was time for our regular bridge game with Longinus and Cimber.
Brutus opens the bidding with 1 spade. Longinus follows with 2 spades, showing that he has a void in spades. I bid 2 no-trump. Cimber passes. Brutus goes 3 clubs. Longinus passes. I follow with 4 clubs, which tells him I’m short in clubs. Cimber passes. Brutus then bids 4 no-trump, using the Blackwood Convention… he is asking if I have the missing Ace. Longinius passes. I respond 5 spades, indicating I do have the Ace. Cimber passes. And then… and then Brutus takes us to “slam” and bids 7 spades! 7 spades, yet! Longinus leads with the King of Clubs. Brutus was going to have to run a first round finesse, and he aint’ that smart or lucky! I was furious! I get up from the table to go over and choke him, but trip when I step on the hem of my toga and fall into the table with the oil lamp and two trays of pastries. The lamp sets the linen tablecloth ablaze and burns the baklava to a crisp. And it wasn’t long before the entire west wing of the gymnasium was consumed in flames! And I’m thinking “holy mother of pearl! I’m going to have to pay for this!”
CALPURNIA: Was that the dagger to the soul part?
CAESAR: Not funny Calpurnia! There’s more! We were all younger then. This was before I went to subdue Gaul. And there was this gala reception at the Coliseum. All of Rome was there. Senators, hundreds of courtesans, important citizens, unimportant citizens, charioteers, more courtesans… even slaves. Everyone was there! And mid-way thru it was time for the “girls ask dance.” It was going to be a Lindy or Charleston and you came over to me all excited and said, “I believe this is our dance!” And Brutus catches sight of this, and obviously crushed by your choice, his face turns beet red. It looks like he is going to have a stroke!! He tears across the dance floor waving a good sized cutlass and screams, “I’m going to kill you”!! Brutus, No! ARRRRRAUGH!! AAAARRAAUGHHHH!!
CALPURNIA: No dagger?
CAESAR: That’s just great. My best friend is going to kill me and you’re making jokes!
CALPURNIA: Calm down Julius, it was just a dream. Look, your nightshirt is all wet from sweating. Go put on a fresh shirt and you will feel better. I’ll make you some warm milk to help you get back to sleep. You’ll feel better in the morning and you can go over to the Forum, grab a cup of coffee and a prune Danish with Brutus and have a few laughs about your dream.
Considering that the previous winners for this prestigious award went to, to name but a few: Sophie Fleischner of 25 Alston Avenue’s Gefilte Fish; Leo’s Restaurant of Southbury’s Eight is Enough Breakfast Special; and Y&S of Lancater’s Twizzlers… one can truly appreciate the awesome attributes that the Crew’s Cup’s Prime Rib Sliders must possess.
Yes, friends tucked away in Disney World’s Yacht Club Resort is the cozy panel-lined Crew’s Cup watering hole. Sharing the kitchen with the Yachtsman Steakhouse (considered one of the best steak joints on property) the Crew’s Cup delivers a concise range of pub grub alongside well crafted cocktails. The menu includes Steakhouse Wedge Salad, Lobster Bisque, Charcuterie & Cheese Board, Truffle Fries… and the headliner:Prime Rib Sliders. These beauties are a superb assemblage of sliced RB au jus, cheese, sautéed onions, roasted red peppers and then nestled in a mini onion roll. Two sliders are accompanied with horseradish sauce and a side of house made kettle chips. Just writing these words down makes my hand tremble, my head spin and my heart to race! Oh, cruel fate to be in Connecticut now!
The backfill story to the Sliders. Legend has it that the kitchen guys of the Steakhouse at the end of the night took what remained of the prime rib of beef entrées, sliced the RB thin and slapped the beef into the onion rolls that are part of the dinner bread service, and chowed down. Well… winner, winner chicken dinner (so to speak). Whoever got the idea of adding these tasty delights to the bar menu at the Crew’s Cup next door should get the Employee of the Year Award. But hold the phone! The word of these sensational sliders quickly spread, propelled by A.J. of the Disney Food Blog declaring to a tuned in audience that they were the best invention since the wheel! It wasn’t long before the restaurant had to order more and more prime rib, not for full dinner entrées, but for a “bar bite”!
When the preparation for the sliders began to monopolize the kitchen staff at the expense of preparing main dinners for the restaurant, it was time to yank the sliders off the Crew’s Cup’s menu. A serious uproar ensued from the Disney faithful and after a year hiatus (or so) the Prime Rib Sliders were returned to where it belonged! On the food pedestal of the Crew’s Cup!
A brief post script. Alan and Mollie of the Mammoth Club Blog & YouTube channel took to reviewing WDW’s Lounges and the Crew’s Cup took First Place driven in part by the exceptional sliders and the craft cocktails.
Seen below, the 2025 Nobel Prize for Food: Crew’s Cup’s Prime Rib Sliders. Beverage choice: a Whistle Pig Old Fashioned.
