The Story of Passover, not so much

Somewhere in the last few weeks, I made an unconcious decision to walk around Whole Foods and find "new" "exotic" fruits to try. One day, it was a mango, then a champagne mango (super sweet and delicious), another day it was a papaya. Its always an interesting experience to figure out how to cut open and slice the new fruits for eating, which usually brings on laughter from the boyfriend. Whatever, its totally youtube worthy.

On the papaya day(aka Monday), my local store happened to finally get in a seasonal fish(winter is boring, same fish every day!). So dinner (for me) was striped bass, corn and some papaya. Result? Um, papaya=not too tasty if not mixed with other tropical fruits in sugar water and vacuum packed into a can (mission failed).

It is Passover, and I choose to go the not-so-traditional path of "if it rises, I won't eat it but corn syrup is fine b/c if the Jews leaving Egypt HAD a way to preserve food with high fructose corn syrup they would have been happier, thus they WANT me to eat it". The boyfriend wanted haddock with ritz cracker coating, I made it with my fish and tried some of his (its just too good not to, plus I started Passover a day early so I decided I deserved the 3 bites I took...AND he doesn't even follow Passover).  Apparently the side of corn is also actually a Passover no-no? I hadn't made the connection that if corn syrup=bad, then real corn was too. Oops.

This brings us to Tuesday morning when I awoke with 2 swollen eyelids and hives on my arms and back.

• me- "Its not the bass, I've had fish like that before"
• boyfriend- "but not THAT fish"
• me- "papaya?"
• boyfriend- "maybe!"
• me- "NO! OMG! I am being punished, I had Ritz during Passover! I did this to myself, oh crap"
• boyfriend- "You are NOT being smited!"
• me- "YES, I ate the Ritz fish!"
• boyfriend- "Why would it bother you now and not all the other times you've had it?"
• me- "I don't know, 'Why is this night different from all other nights?'"

Replay this converstion to sister about 2 hours later:

• sister- "its possible, boils IS a plague!"

So that night I went to a different grocery store and bought a pineapple. An obvious solution.

Will the real Elle please stand up?! What's my name again, Whats my name again.

Helllllllllllllo world. I'm Elle (short for Arielle) and this is a blog. Ah yes, a blog. I love blogs, mainly other people's. Quite a while back, a friend, convinced that I am funny sometimes, suggested that I write my own. "Nah, what could I have to say that anyone would want to read?". A good year went by and I started to think of potential posts in my head, written out word for word, on imaginary paper. Those posts, of course, are gone for good, sorry. But since I think I'm doing this now, here goes!

Here's what you should know about this page:

• I have no idea what this blog will turn into down the road, or tomorrow, or in an hour. I might get creative with pictures, I might not. I might be insightful but most likely there are just a ton of things I witness that I want to tell the world. And I don't have enough facebook friends to do that.

Obviously, because you can read, you know the name of this blog is Where Reality & Make-Believe Collide. One day, I will actually remember that title without having to scroll up to double check. Until then, I'd like to get to the point of this post... potential other names!
After making the conscious decision to write this thing, I needed a name! Here was what could have been:

• Ish My Grandparents Say
• Life Without Puppy
• Dinos Live On NY684
• I Wear Emotions On My Face
• Carnivals Are My Happy Place
• I like Pretty Things
• Twizzlers Help Me Function
• Why Are Other People ALWAYS Where I Am?!
• I Turned My Back On Hollywood
• Age-Guessing Carnies Are My Heros

Total discretion: All former potential titles can and might be subject to an explanation post. "Ish My Grandparents Say" WILL be a series.