A bar mitzvah, that’s what! Seriously. It was his birthday and my friend had never been bar mitzvahed. How could this have happened? I made it my mission to make sure my friend, once and for all, became a man. I consulted a Jewish colleague and she was overjoyed to help me through this process. She told me what to do, what to buy and where to buy it. She thought I was hilarious. I combed Ottawa for appropriate decorations. Turns out Ottawa doesn’t have much in the way of bar mitzvah decorations. I scored at the Loblaws College Square on Baseline. That’s where I got most of my goods.
We didn’t read from the Tora, there was no Rabbi but there was definitely a celebratory meal. My friend Kath brought Gefilte Fish dip. Hmmm. Not my favourite flavour. I made brisket with roasted potatoes, coleslaw and threw a kosher dill on the side. Not the best meal I’ve made, I have to say. I messed up the brisket. I purchased pickled brisket and then cooked it like a regular brisket. Pretty dumb. The best brisket I’ve had was at the 2nd Ave Deli in NYC and mine doesn’t even deserve to be mentioned in the same sentence. Now I know better and I’ll try it again some other time. My friends were ever so polite. But I know the difference between “this is good” and “mmmm this is soooooooo good.” The important part is that my friend finally came of age. Not bad for a guy in his 50’s!