[Hymie Goldberg]

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Chicken Cacciatore would be perfect for the next church picnic.

. . . . or possibly some matzoh ball soup, why not?

You start with a fresh and perky kosher broth made from the carcass of the offending birds, then you move on to the matzoh balls:

Taking some good crisp matzoh meal, blend it with eggs, salt, soda water and the blood of perky young muslim (if you can't get muslim blood then tequila salt will do) and mix well.

Form into balls. Add vodka. Boil balls in the salted perky chicken stock.

Pray, possibly on a carpet with your head pressed against the architrave (or not who are we to judge?), that Mrs Bowers will judge us nonetheless.

Serve, with poached balls in perky broth. Add vodka. Three to a bowl.

Add vodka. Sit shiva - just for the hell of it.

Hymie.

[Wide-Open]

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Wouldn't the perky young mooslim object to the vodka. Not very haraam now is it?

Although the Lord was pretty clear on these subjects:

Matthew 15:11
Not that which goeth into the mouth defileth a man; but that which cometh out of the mouth, this defileth a man.

Eat what you want*, just don't puke.

(* except shellfish of course)

[Hymie Goldberg]

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Wouldn't the perky young mooslim object to the vodka. Not very haraam now is it?

Although the Lord was pretty clear on these subjects:

Matthew 15:11
Not that which goeth into the mouth defileth a man; but that which cometh out of the mouth, this defileth a man.

Eat what you want*, just don't puke.

(* except shellfish of course)

Why would we care what a Son of Ishmael thinks? Vodka may not be haram but it's certainly kashrut -- mohammedan blud not withstanding.

Hymie

[Mrs. Robert Roberts]

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That sounds delicious brother! In fact I do have some matzoh meal back in the storage container along with a mooslim. Mr. Roberts brought them back in 1998 while ministering to the heathens in Jew York City.
I think I'll make it as a suprise dinner for Mr. Roberts this weekend! We of course do not have any demonic vodka in the house, but some of the hillbilles down the road have a working still. I'll send little Robboy over there with his machine gun to get some. Maybe Brother Nobar can send me over some chickens.
Glory!