Typical lunchroom conversation. At least, typical for us
Then someone remarks about the Italian pastry being served in the cafeteria. A canolli. I refuse to eat any product in the school cafeteria involving cheese, and being a somewhat verbal person (snicker), I said this sentiment out loud.
"Cheese?!" Dave asked, "They put cheese in canollis?" Seeking verification of this, he immediately turned to Ilana. "You! You’re Italian, how do you make a canolli?"
"Dave," she said calmly, "I’m Jewish."
Somehow, that made us erupt into charade motions.
"Man," Dave said, "And all this time, I thought they used…potato sauce."
At this Phil became very annoyed, and they argued for a full 15 minutes about whether or not a person is capable of squeezing the sauce out of a potato. Then they moved on to more important things. But the question remains, how do you make a canolli.
The Past Stranger Than Fictions
Why Not? I'm nice, really!
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