The Great Matzo Shortage of Ought-Eight
(From the Lucky on Sloat Blvd.)
It's that time of year.
No Banana Grape Twinkies. No Mouth Xplosion Snapping Chicken Pizza Pockets. No Claim Jumper Sirloin Quesadilla Pie.
Just mazto. Matzo. Matzo. All carbo pleasure, crumbled to dust.
Wait! What's this? Matzo shortage???
Oh goodie! I guess that'll mean Pink Coconut Sno-Balls! Minty Japanese Pasta-Roni! Cocoa Peanut Butter Spheres Sweetened Crunchy Corn Cereal!
(Sadly, that last one was all too real.)
There's piles of the stuff in NYC, which is why I go home for the holidays.
A ziessen pesach to you!
Posted by: lux | April 18, 2008 at 07:24 PM
Safeway in Bernal-Mission is your friend in need, Seamus.
Posted by: jjm | April 22, 2008 at 05:57 PM