If you haven't heard of Crazy Jewish Mom, you need to do a Google search and enjoy.
(Go ahead, I'll let you find it before we continue...)
For those of you who don't want to Google, CJM is literally texts from a mom to her daughter. She wants her daughter to get married, and has become famous for her "no ring on the finger, you must not linger" mantra.
My mother, while not Jewish, sometimes tend to show some great concern on the fact that I'm not married, and really have no prospects. To be honest, I haven't been looking for prospects. Being a single mom with a career that requires working long hours, nights and weekends, doesn't lend itself for the opportunity to look for prospects.
Then I decided to buy a fruit I had never heard of at the Farmer's Market...
The culprit
I was at the Farmer's Market this morning, and this little beauty intrigued me. The woman selling them told me they tasted like pineapple, but she and her son weren't sure what to do with them.
In the spirit of trying new things, I bought a bag of them. I came home and did some research into what it was (it's a ground cherry or a pineapple tomitillo depending on where you look). I then decided to make an apple and pineapple tomitillo pie. (Currently in the oven, full scoop on that to come!)
This sweet woman told me her son didn't know if it would be worth it to bring any since they didn't really know what to do with them. I was sold. (Let's prove him wrong!)
I was telling my mom this story, and the conversation went somewhat like this:
Mom: How old was the son?
Me: Probably around my age.
Mom: Was he married?
Me: I don't know. I didn't feel it was appropriate to ask.
Mom: Did you see a ring?
Me: No, but I also didn't look for one.
Mom: Just think, if he's not married, the two of you could get together and that would be SUCH a cute story to tell people when they ask how y'all met.
Me: ........
Let's hope when she comes with me to the Farmer's Market next week that she doesn't ask this poor guy about his personal life.
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