The good news: the Today show interview finally aired.

The bad news: it aired at 9:15 in the morning on Yom Kippur, one of the holiest days of the Jewish calendar, a day when you're not supposed to use money, or drive, or set your TiVo to tape, or update your weblog to let people know that it's on, or update your weblog to let people know that you taped the piece last week and hence, are not the Worst Jew Ever for being in a New York City television studio when you ought to be in a Philadelphia synagogue, repenting.


We hosted the traditional dairy break-fast dinner at our house tonight. I ordered a fish platter. I think you officially become middle-aged the instant you pick up the phone, call the deli, and say, "Hi, I'd like to order a fish platter." It's even worse than buying a minivan. Which we also did this year.

I ordered fish for eight and got about ten pounds of pickled, smoked and preserved seafood, including a smoked sturgeon with head, tail, and beady, accusatory black eyes intact. Freaky...but tasty.

Speaking of tasty, here's a lovely piece on the Jamaican Jerk Hut, scene of many key moments in IN HER SHOES. And I'm going to be on the radio with Michael Smerconish tomorrow morning at 8:30 or so on 1210 AM. Tune in, turn on, listen to me talk about IN HER SHOES, GOODNIGHT NOBODY, and whitefish salad!