Covid Lasts, Kissin’ Don’t

The old Pennsylvania Dutch saying is, ”Cookin’ lasts, kissin’ don’t”, an admonition to gents that they’ll still be glad they married the once bonny lass years later—if they had the foresight to make sure she could cook.

Im trying to order some mistletoe to hang in the arch of my dining room for next week’s party. its fun! Or was. i cant get any delivered till Dec 28. Since i wont be having a New Year’s Eve party ( i dont think) this is no good to me.

But ( i even get to have this party: Covid is bustin’ out all over NEPa again—) I reckon i shouldnt be encouraging kissing.

Not since mononucleosis became known as ”the kissing disease” has the simple oral-facial contact been in such disrepute.

i was in a klezmer restaurant in Krakow in 2019, you know, the last free year of the world, and they had huge hanging baskets of brown, obviously dead, plants. it looked like if you have a basket of flowering plans hanging on your porch and forget to take it down in winter. I asked and they told me it was mistletoe . The waiter started to explain how it’s good luck, etc.

I’m sad not to be able to get it this year in time for my party. Chalk up another win for Covid: it has vanquished the kiss of fellowship.