Last week I hosted my first of many
"Lindsay Holidays" in Australia: Passover (stay tuned for the Fourth of July, Thanksgiving, and of course, Halloween). Do you know how hard it is to find Matzah in Melbourne? Now, I did venture out to St. Kilda this weekend where all the Orthodox Jews live, but Brunswick is like Turkey by way of India. Subsequently, I was unsuccesful on the Matzah front.
Anyway, I was able to find egg noodles and I made a damn good pasta sauce to go with. I know they weren't "Kosher for Passover" noodles, but I tried. It was as Kosher as dinner was going to get at that point. I am still unequipped to cook an authentic Jewish meal full-on, but one day my kitchen will have all the necessary supplies to do so.
Traditionally during the Seder,
The Four Questions are asked to help remind us "Why this night is different from all other nights." During our dinner, one of our guests turned to me and asked
"So, what do you Americans think of Australians?" I had to stop and think about it, and after a minute I said "Honestly, we don't."
When there's any mention of an Australian, there are one of two images that comes to mind:
- A mixture of a Crocodile Dundee, Steve Irwin, Outback-living hick; OR
- A tan, blonde surfer dude.
I prefer the tan, blonde surfer dude.
I turned the question around to the Aussies:
What do you think of Americans? In asking this question, I braced myself for a response along the lines of "fat" and "redneck" and "obnoxious" - but that was not the case:
"I think of
Sex and The City"
"Is it true that everyone in America has a therapist?"
Um, what? In Europe, I was told by a (now) friend that she was surprised that she liked me
because I was American (meaning she didn't think I was overtly selfish - shocking!). In Israel, I was told by Israeli soldiers that all Americans "eat McDonalds, own guns, and drink Miller Lite."
It was refreshing to hear some not-so-negative perceptions for a change. I much prefer the funny ones.