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I buy a box of apricot/raspberry hamantaschen at Nearby-Town Supermarket. The box is transparent plastic, and I can very clearly see that the jelly at the center is, in fact, raspberry or apricot.
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The night before Purim, I pack a shalach manot bag for my friend, and put in three hamantaschen. I distinctly remember trying to decide whether to put in two raspberry and one apricot, or two apricot and one raspberry. That implies, again, that I am looking at the filling and seeing that it is red or orange jam. I put the bag in the fridge.
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Purim day, I deliver the shalach manot. I do not look inside the bags, because I know what I put in them, right?
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I ask if anyone knows where the rest of the raspberry/apricot hamantaschen are, because I’d like to try one. Further searching turns up a plastic box from Nearby-Town Supermarket, but it’s got halvah filling. We pretty much all agree that halvah hamantaschen sounds weird at best, and wonder who gave it to us. The original box is never found.
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I see my friend today, and ask her how she liked the hamantaschen. She asks me what flavor they were. I say, apricot and raspberry jam. She insists it wasn’t. I say, it said apricot and raspberry on the box. She says, she doesn’t know about any box, but the filling wasn’t jam. It was some sort of strange, sweet, white substance. Like halvah, say.
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I start doubting my sanity.
Christians make a big deal about turning water into wine, but apparently we Jews have pastries that can change from jam to halvah. It’s a miracle! Or maybe there are cookie fair folk, and they sneak in during the night and replace the original snacks with changelings. Or possibly there was a glitch in the Matrix.
I am just so confused.