I am a child of four mothers, two of which are Jewish, so for the first ten years of my life I was raised in Judaism. Then shit happened, didn't have any contact with those two until I was 14, I'm on good terms with one of them-- that doesn't matter.

What matters is that I have so much respect for Jewish traditions. I will not let myself die until I see a fucking Hanukkah episode of a TV show.

And the food! Jesus Christ Holy Moses! My families consist of Russian, Polish, and Italian, and damn do we eat well, but there is nothing that quite compared to homemade matzah ball soup.