This Monday is Labor Day. Important stuff. Working people: I honor you. Relax. Hit the beach. Barbecue. Also, consider matzoh balls.
I will. I’ll be at the Uptown Deli in Bethesda for what I consider to be the Super Bowl of eating competitions: A matzoh ball eating showdown!
Anyway, Chestnut will not be at the contest Monday — it starts at 3 p.m. — but there will still be plenty of matzoh balls. Hundreds. Uptown Deli owner Howard Wasserman makes them fresh. Family recipe, too. Big, big matzoh balls. Contestants will have eight minutes to eat as many as they can.
I stopped by the other day to sample Wasserman’s matzoh balls, and I thought it would be an appropriate time to also conduct a conversation I’ve been meaning to have for years — that is, a dialogue about the vital role matzoh balls play in life.
I brought along my friend Marc Fisher, a senior editor (by stature) at The Post who takes food — particularly the heavy Jewish stuff — as seriously as I do. Also, he is very opinionated. Because the topic is so important, I recorded it. I apologize in advance for eating like a slob.