Kreplach
Kreplach (from Yiddish: קרעפּלעך) are small dumplings filled with ground meat, mashed potatoes or another filling, usually boiled and served in chicken soup, though they may also be served fried. They are similar to Polish uszka, Russian pelmeni, Italian ravioli or tortellini, and Chinese wontons. The dough is traditionally made of flour, water and eggs, kneaded and rolled out thin. Some modern-day cooks use frozen dough sheets or wonton wrappers. Ready-made Kreplach are also sold in the kosher freezer section of supermarkets.
History
In Ashkenazi homes, kreplach are traditionally served on Rosh Hashanah, at the pre-fast meal before Yom Kippur, and on Hoshana Rabbah and Simchat Torah. Kreplach with vegetarian or dairy fillings are also eaten on Purim because the hidden nature of the kreplach interior mimics the "hidden" nature of the Purim miracle. In many communities, meat-filled Kreplach are served on Purim. A variety with a sweet cheese filling is served as a starter or main dish in dairy meals, specifically on Shavuot. Fried kreplach are also a popular dish on Chanukah because they are fried in oil, which references to the oil miracle of Chanukah.
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Crabwalk
by: American Music ClubHe reels around the nightclub
like the hubcaps off of a car
That just crashed into a sign that said
"This way to the nightclub."
He says you ain't worth a dime
to his life support systems
They still keep him talking
on the chance that he'll say something
Don't you feel the decks rolling
I think that we're on a stormy sea
I'm having trouble keeping down the light that I've stolen
He said, "Come on and do the crabwalk with me."
He's just trying to breathe some new life into the jukebox
But it doesn't take his crap it just keeps on staring back
And the quarters that he pours down its throat
Well they're just starting to get his goat
The song plays,
"I gave you everything and I never got anything back."
Don't you feel the decks rolling
I think that we're on a stormy sea
I'm having trouble keeping down the light that I've stolen
He said, "Come on and do the crabwalk with me."
He went fishing in the ocean
and all he got was a couple of tires
And they came up dripping with emotion
And you know how fisherman are liars
The five hundred thousand dollar country guitar
sits at home sad and lonely
No one has any pity for the life of the party
Don't you feel the decks rolling
I think that we're on a stormy sea
He's having trouble keeping down the light
that he's stolen