My glamorous friend Spongespoof made headlines on this paper’s front page, while I’m stuck here in this ad filling Hamantashen.

Whatever.

Not everyone makes it to the top. Someone has to do the tedious work, to make and bake the Hamantashen. If we all just danced and played around, what would we have to eat, or send, on Purim? And filling the Hamantashen with the various different flavors has given me a new insight.

Hamantashen all look alike on the outside, but they’re different inside.

We’re not all exactly the same; people have their own personal styles and different tastes. Apricot is popular, but there are also apple and raspberry Hamantashen, plus there’s also Lekvar and prune, heh, heh. And did you know that the “man” in original Yiddish “mantashen” means poppy seed pockets?

Now don’t just “whatever” this away.

Whatever whatever is supposed to mean, I certainly don’t mean that wimpy, meaningless and indifferent whatever seen and heard everywhere nowadays.

What I mean here is an inclusive whatever for everybody that ends with a dynamic exclamation point, not a dead-end period!

Purim’s Shalach Manos is a most important Mitzvah that unites us all. Despite our differences, we’re all part of the mix. We all Purim together, whatever our personal taste or preference of color,
whoever or whatever!