I used to tell the story about how Mario Cuomo once complimented my mother’s kishkes. “These are great kishkes,” he said. “Fabulous. Best I’ve ever had!”
Mario hasn’t changed one bit over the years. I mean, who can forget his campign slogan for Mayor in ‘77: “Vote for Cuomo, not the homo”. (The homo referenced, soon being the new Mayor, Ed Koch).
Besides, he who enjoyed nice kishkes schlepped dour Matilda around while Fast Eddie squired the still attractive beauty queen, Bess Meyerson.
Your mom made khishkes??? “Khishkes” translates as “guts.” Do you mean, perhaps kishka or knishes? I hope so, Cuomo lacks kishkes but he won’t get any by eating them
So your mom had nice kishkes, eh?
Mario hasn’t changed one bit over the years. I mean, who can forget his campign slogan for Mayor in ‘77: “Vote for Cuomo, not the homo”. (The homo referenced, soon being the new Mayor, Ed Koch).
Besides, he who enjoyed nice kishkes schlepped dour Matilda around while Fast Eddie squired the still attractive beauty queen, Bess Meyerson.
Your mom made khishkes??? “Khishkes” translates as “guts.” Do you mean, perhaps kishka or knishes? I hope so, Cuomo lacks kishkes but he won’t get any by eating them
Kishke is just a variant spelling of Kishka, from what I gather.
Neither is as good as knishes, but then, what does Cuomo know, anyway?