Dorian made a lovely dinner for us tonight--pork ribs, gravy, and stuffing. As he sat down and took his first bite:
Dorian: "Oh, shit! Do you know what today is?"
Me, alarmed: "No, what?"
Dorian: "It's one of the last days of Passover. And I'm...eating pork cooked in butter and milk, with bread stuffing."
Me: "You have failed as a Jew."
Dorian: "Actually, I think I'm winning, because this is delicious!"