I’ve Always Wanted To Be Jewish

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Eating Delancey | powerHouse Books, 2014

Caterer to the stars Mary Giuliani has a confession to make. But she ain’t feeling guilty about it—nor should she.—Renee Schettler Rossi

Confession: I’ve always wanted to be Jewish. When I was in the fifth grade, I raised my hand and told Sister Joyce I could not participate in religious education class that day. When she sternly asked me why, I responded, “I’m really Jewish.” What precipitated this revelation was watching Yentl the night before with my grandfather on the pullout couch in our living room. I was hooked!

You see, my grandfather was actually my first Jewish enabler. Papa worked in SoHo and lived in Bushwick, so he drove over the Williamsburg Bridge every day to work, and on his way home he would always stop at Katz’s for either a pastrami or tongue sandwich and a bottle of Cel-Ray soda.

I must have been seven years old when he took me out for this, a fine culinary meal, and if Yentl didn’t have me at hello, that first well-done hot dog, square knish, and root beer meal changed my life.

I come from a VERY Italian family that treasured three things equally: Jesus, meatballs, and al dente spaghetti. However, it was my very Italian parents who decided to move from Bushwick the year I was born to a town on Long Island called Great Neck. Population: 99% Jews. The migration of my mom, dad, sister, and grandparents made up the other 1%.

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It was there that incredible people like the Levinsons, the Balkins, and the Gads entered my life. While Sundays were for meatballs and spaghetti at my house, Friday nights were for brisket and gefilte fish at the Gads. Diggy and Hal took me to my first aufruf and my best friend Lauren allowed me to attend Hebrew school with her so often that by the time I turned 13, I was able to recite the Haftorah.

And the boys…there was Ivan Goodstein, Andrew Finkelstein, Derek Silberstein, and Josh Rothstein. If there wasn’t a “stein” at the end of his name, I wasn’t interested.

Their mothers were less than interested in me and I’ll never forget standing in line at the bagel buffet at Andrew Finkelstein’s bar mitzvah when I overheard his mother’s friend point and say, “You’re OK with your son dating that shiksa?” I of course went to my Papa that night and asked him what “shiksa” meant. After a brief tutorial in the words shiksa and goy, he then divulged that he was in fact a Shabbos goy himself. A very proud moment in our family history indeed.

It was also at the 130+ B’nai Mitzvahs that I attended where I developed a deep love for the pig in a blanket, so much so that I have gone on to devote my career to that hors d’oeuvre. And I continue to love all things Jewish: there is not a knish I do not cherish, kugel makes me knell, and Barbara Streisand will blast loudly and proudly from my iPod until the day I die.

Shisksa, goy, Shabbos goy…I wear it as a badge of honor. Call me what you want! As long as you save a space for me in the hora circle and bring me a blintz or a warm slice of challah, I’ll be putty in your hands.

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About Mary Giuliani

Caterer to the stars Mary Giuliani launched Mary Giuliani Catering and Events in 2005. She has since maintained a client roster that includes J.Crew, Vogue, the Rolling Stones, Bradley Cooper, Stella McCartney, Carolina Herrera, and HBO. She has also appeared on Today, Good Morning America, and Barefoot Contessa as a party and lifestyle expert. Giuliani splits her time between New York City’s Chelsea neighborhood and Woodstock, NY, with her husband, Ryan, daughter, Gala, and their two dogs, Hudson and Stanley.

  1. Debbie D says:

    Also grew up in a very Italian family. You could have Jewish blood in you after all. When I did my genetic testing, I found out that I was 6% Jewish. My Jewish boyfriend stated to me, “Welcome to the tribe!”

    • Renee Schettler Rossi says:

      I love that, Debbie! Many thanks for taking the time to share your story. Mary Giuliani, are you listening?!

  2. I love how connected you feel to your Jewish friends in Great Neck! What a beautiful story! At some point, we’ll have to do a comparison of your favorite knish recipes and noodle kugel on this blog. (I have a great recipe for making authentic farmers cheese — essential for kugel and blintzes — since it’s hard to find in most supermarkets.)

    Shanah Tovah to all of us, this evening!

  3. Pina says:

    Love this! I’m from an Italian family that immigrated to Montreal, Canada, in the 1950’s. My father opened up a Jewish deli in 1962 and had it for 45 years. I grew up Jewish…food-wise, that is. Smoked meat sandwiches, challah bread, potato knishes, karnatzel sticks, kreplach soup…these were as much part of my childhood as my mom’s lasagna. :)

    • Renee Schettler Rossi says:

      Pina, I think everyone who reads your comment will envy you! Many thanks for taking the time to share your story. Love it! Shanah tovah.

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