At the town’s annual picnic in July, the local Rabbi and Catholic Priest, rivals who always sought to out do each other at every opportunity, got to talking about the customs that their respective religions imposed on them.
“This baked ham is really delicious,” said the priest as he teased the rabbi. “You really ought to try it. I know it’s against your religion, but I can’t understand why such a wonderful food should be forbidden! You don’t know what you’re missing. You just haven’t lived until you’ve tried Mrs. Sullivan’s prized Virginia Baked Ham. Tell me, Rabbi, when are you going to break down and try it?”
The rabbi looked at the priest, gave a big grin, and said, “At your wedding.”