Our nephew Nick emailed us from San Francisco, about his seder. "Have you heard of the orange on the Passover plate? I guess the story goes: long ago a little girl asked a rabbi, ‘Rabbi, you are wonderful, what must I do to grow up and become a rabbi some day?’ He replied, ‘Silly girl, a woman rabbi is like an orange on the pesach plate. It will never happen.’"
"So of course we had an orange on the plate."
The story is apocryphal. It’s really about lesbians. Here’s the deal.