Shit on a Shingle (or, SOS)
Michael Ramsburg

Creamed beef is like a tesseract for me in that oops I can’t make my brain go there even if it somehow convinces itself it desperately wants to. Wth. Creamed chipped beef? She’s all optimistic about it like oh it’s good with ground beef too. TOO??? Wtf no what is even happening.

So mine is probably the homemade gefilte fish story. It’s long; maybe a separate post. It involved a havurah dinner on Rose Hashanah and placemats. Also: groupthink bc even though I deplore groupthink apparently sometimes you need it to get out of eating homemade gefilte fish.