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( concussed H is okay )

Because of the concussion and attendant mild nausea, I fed him fairly cautiously Friday morning - water and applesauce, BRAT-diet style. But at lunch, I decided it might be time for some variety, so I went to look through the cupboards to see what I could find, and spotted the KFP matzo I'd picked up on Wednesday. Hey, it's bland and cracker-like, so probably okay for a tender tummy, I figure!

So I bring the box of matzo into the office where Hyoun is tapping away on his laptop:

ursamajor: "You ready for some more food, sweetie? How about some crackers? I picked up some matzo yesterday at Whole Foods and -"
hyounpark: "We have matzo?! Why did I not know about this?! I LOVE MATZO! YOU ARE THE BEST WIFE EVER!"

I'd say his eyes lit up somewhere along the lines of this:



Then he proceeded to stuff three matzo crackers down his gullet. (For those who don't know, these are ~8"x8" squares.)

ursamajor: "If you get to matzo number five, I'm going to have to filk this."
hyounpark: "MATZO MATZO MAN. I WANT TO BE THE MATZO MAN."
ursamajor: "I ... take it your appetite is okay. Did you need anything to go along with your matzo? More water? Maybe some chicken broth?"
hyounpark: "We still have pulled pork in the fridge, right?"

Ladies and gentlemen, my husband, the culinary Jew. ;)