The Jewish New Year is upon us, and flu season looms. Every year, my wife asks me to bring her home a flu shot, and this year, PalKid asked too. I’m not a big fan of doing anything that hurts my kid, but she made a convincing argument for a 7-year old. She’s been pretty anxious lately, and going to the doctor puts her through the roof. She argued that she would be much happier if I did it at home, and she wouldn’t fight or cry like she does at the doctor and besides at the doctor they stab her really hard (small child making dramatic stabbing movements with arm).
This year’s shot is antigenically the same as last year’s. This happens, but not frequently. This years strains are predicted to be the same, but the duration of the immunity from one year’s shot isn’t clear, so the shot is recommended for all. I’m hoping in a small corner of my heart that this means we will have a mellower flu season, but the only certainty about flu is it’s ability to surprise us.
So a happy and sweet New Year to those readers for whom it’s relevant. I’m looking forward to a family dinner tomorrow night which will include kreplach made by my mother-in-law and her sister. There’s nothing like home-made kreplach. And lukshen kugel without raisins, when you can get it (besides, white grapes don’t taste like anything and can be safely ignored, according to one bubbe meiseh).