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Alan King -- the beloved comic, actor, producer, author, philanthropist, and storyteller extraordinaire -- has compiled a wonderfully readable book about growing up Jewish, with totally original contributions by famous people. Combining warmhearted humor with a prideful nostalgia, these essays discuss life in the Jewish family and neighborhood, being a Jew in a non-Jewish world, Jewish holidays, and discovering the essence of being Jewish.

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ALSO BY ALAN KING

Alan King's Great Jewish Joke Book

Name-Dropping: The Life and Lies of Alan King

Is Salami and Eggs Better Than Sex? Memoirs of a Happy Eater

Help! Im a Prisoner in a Chinese Bakery

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FREE PRESS
A Division of Simon & Schuster, Inc.
1230 Avenue of the Americas
New York, NY 10020

Copyright 2004 by Alan King Productions and Bill Adler Books, Inc.

All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form.

F REE P RESS and colophon are trademarks of Simon & Schuster, Inc.

The Library of Congress has cataloged the hardcover edition as follows: Matzo balls for breakfast : and other memories of growing up Jewish / Alan King and friends.
p. cm.
1. JewsUnited StatesAnecdotes. 2. CelebritiesUnited States Anecdotes. 3. JewsUnited StatesBiography. 4. Celebrities United StatesBiography. I. King, Alan.
E184.37.A157 2004
305.89240730922dc22 2004056555

ISBN-13: 978-1-4165-8546-6
ISBN-10: 1-4165-8546-X

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Contents
Foreword

by Larry King

The show must go on.

That is what Alan King wanted. This idea that the show must go on is part and parcel of Alan Kings essence; its also a part of American Jewish tradition. Despite all kinds of adversity, we persist. We persist at making our childrens lives better, at overcoming prejudice and anti-Semitism, at being true to our principles, but mostly we persist at keeping our optimistic spirit and unsinkable sense of humor.

Like you, I was greatly saddened by Alan Kings passing in May 2004. I miss him terribly. But this sadness is tempered by the fact that my memory of him is strong, and stronger still because of this book. Matzo Balls for Breakfast started as a collection of memories, stories, anecdotes, and remembrances of the lives of prominent Jews about growing up Jewish. But it is now more than that: Matzo Balls for Breakfast is also a tribute to Alan King, who was not only one of the greatest Jewish comedians ever but also one of the greatest comedians period, and a heck of a nice guy, too. Alan lived a fulfilling and happy life. His fifty-seven-year marriage yielded three children and seven grandchildren. Alan starred on television shows and movies (twenty films!), and he wrote books. He joked with the queen of England, he hosted the Academy Awards, he was an emcee for John F. Kennedys inaugural celebration. So when you shed a tear for Alan, be sure to smile, too. I will.

Alan King was a dedicated writer as well as a comedian. He was working on this book almost until the day he died, and it was virtually finished when he was taken from us.

Alan was as proud of his Jewish upbringing as anyone could be. His Judaism was as much a part of him as the air that he breathed. And so he would have wanted to see this book published. The show must go on.

PART I. LIFE IN THE JEWISH FAMILY AND NEIGHBORHOOD

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Mama and tateh, bubbe and zaideh, Aunt Sophie, the gang of kids down at the ball field, the waiters at the kosher resort in the Catskillsthis is the cast of characters of the Jewish family and neighborhood and theyre all here. You expect the memories to be warm and fuzzy, and many of them are. But some have a pungency, a kind of sharp undertaste to them, like a bit of horseradish that got mixed in with the sweet charoseth at the Passover table. There are stories from Chicago and Brighton Beach and Miami Beach and L.A. and points farther afield, and so the background may vary a good dealbut in some very basic ways, the song remains the same. To me, its like listening to new music and warming to hear echoes of old familiar themes in the chorus. Enjoy!

ALAN KING

Seltzer

Anthony Weiner

Representative Anthony Weiner was elected to the New York City Council in 1991, making him, at age twenty-seven, its youngest member ever. He has represented Queens and Brooklyn in the United States House of Representatives since 1999.

I D LOVE THE ARRIVAL of the seltzer man. The perpetually S-shaped guy with Popeye arms would bring a wooden case with the old, heavy glass squirt bottles and take our empties. He had Hoffmans sodas in long-necked returnable bottles on the truck, too, but my family never got that. But sometimes, if life was particularly good in Brooklyn, we did get a bottle of Foxs U-Bet. Egg creams, anyone?

I do not recall a Jewish home without a book on the table ELIE WIESEL - photo 4

I do not recall a Jewish home without a book on the table.

ELIE WIESEL

My Favorite Deli Jay Winik Jay Winik is a historian and the author of the - photo 5

My Favorite Deli

Jay Winik

Jay Winik is a historian and the author of the best-selling book , April 1865: The Month That Saved America.

O NE OF MY FIRST VIVID recollections of growing up Jewish has to do with my bar mitzvah. At the age often, I decided that I loved sports more than I cared about religion, let alone my Jewish education. Football, baseball, boxingthat was what I wanted to do. I skipped Hebrew school so often that I basically quit; it was a fait accompli that I imposed upon my parents. A few years later, however, I still wanted a bar mitzvahto have the ceremony, to become a man, to have the party. I got Hebrew tapes from which I learned what I was supposed to say and door so I thought.

It was a grueling chore, curled up in my bed, night after night for months, memorizing, chanting, over and over again. Eventually I learned my part, and just in the nick of time: about a day or so before my actual ceremony. (By the way, this wonderful work habit would repeat itself for years right up until I was an undergraduate at Yale, cramming for Shakespeare and history courses, invariably the night before the final. Only later, when I started writing books, did I finally become enormously disciplined.) With some trepidation and a healthy dose of excitement, I was finally ready.

On the anointed day, a heavy snowstorm blanketed New England, including my hometown of New Haven, Connecticut, but that did not stop the ceremony. I passed, which is to say that I read my lines adequately and with no mistakes. But there was one thing that I neglected. Although I knew my text, I had forgotten other aspects of the ceremony. Actually, it was quite comedic. When the rabbi and everyone else on the biman turned around, I stood proudly, still facing the guests. Whoops. When the glass of wine was set before me, I instinctively heaven knows whypicked it up and slugged it down like I was chugging a Coke. Whoops again.

The other thing I tend to associate with growing up Jewish, and I admit this at the risk of sounding totally unenlightened or like a Philistine (or both), is the food. As a kid, Saturdays were the days wed go to the local deli in New Haven. It was called Chucks. A meal at Chucks was a fixed routine: Eat at the same table, usually with the same people (my family and boyhood friends), see the same crowd every week (Hey, how ya doin?), eat the same pickles (the best), and the same food, usually thickly piled corned beef and melted cheese on rye. Going to Chucks was a sort of comforting ritual, repeated so often that it became part and parcel of growing up. To be sure, there were the holidays, the family vacations, and the sports. There was the onset of adolescence, with all that entailed. But there was always Chucks.

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