Someone needs to brush up on her yiddish.

I can tell you exactly what I was thinking when I ordered Amy Wilson Sanger's* World Snacks: Let's Nosh book. "Sweet! A book for Merritt about junk food."

Because in my mind, the word nosh only rolls out of the mouths of the high - usually following the word duuuuuuuuuuuuuuude.

Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuude, let's nosh.

I was prepared for a book about Doritos and fluffer-nutter sandwiches and gummy bears and cold, three-day-old Chinese food and Pop Tarts ... all drenched in ranch dressing.

That's right. I purchased a book for my newborn based on the notion that it was written about "the munchies."

So color me Gentile when I received the book and learned all about gefilte fish and rugelach and schmaltz and matzoh balls. Duuuuuuuuude. Where were the twinkies?

My sweet bubelah just rolled with it - as pictured here in his nursing pad yarmulke.
Oy.

*Her entire series is wonderful.