Word: matzos
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Magnesia & Matzo. According to the few doctors who have studied the subject, the craving for laundry starch is an offshoot of the clay-eating habit still prevalent among some Southern Negroes. Those who migrate North sometimes receive packages of clay (known as "Mississippi Mud" in Los Angeles) mailed by friends back home, but most switch to laundry starch, which is easier to obtain and apparently satisfies the same hunger...
Across the country, the preferred brand is Argo Gloss Starch, available in either the economy-size blue box at 19? or the handy red box at 11?. Both contain chewy lumps that taste, according to one gourmet, like "a cross between milk of magnesia and matzo. The texture is that of an after-dinner mint." Like peanuts, one handful leads to another. "After a box of it," said one woman, "my throat gets kind of sticky, so I go and get a big glass of ice water. Then I get a powerful desire for more." Some enthusiasts spice laundry starch...
...flying garbage, they provided their children with emotional security and imbued them with dignity. This sometimes rollicking, often tender account of how they did so much with so little is told by their youngest son, Sam, now 54. who became a Brooklyn high school teacher and then a folksy matzo-barrel humorist on TV and the lecture circuit...
While he waited, he bounced like a matzo ball from Montreal to Minneapolis, from Cleveland to Cincinnati, driving himself 52,000 miles a year. His delivery ranged as wide as his itinerary; finally he settled down to a hostile style that got the audience before they got him. "I don't like you either," became his opening line. Somehow this worked, and King began earning as much as $2,000 a week with a stand-up routine of one-liners like, "We were so poor we lived below the candy store." Later, he played up to London, even...
...little like introducing chicken soup to matzo balls, perhaps, but on opening night at Jaffa's Alhambra Theater, practically everyone who was anyone in Israel was there: Premier Lev! Eshkol, Foreign Minister Golda Meir and the rest of the nation's official mishpachah. And when the curtain came down on the Hebrew adaptation of Broadway's Fiddler on the Roof, who should rush backstage but the Premier himself. Said Eshkol after toasting the cast: "Nu, nu, it's not exactly Sholom Aleichem, but I have never enjoyed an evening in the theater so much...