It was a fine winter afternoon in the Syrian shul when a would-be shadchan bustled up to an eligible bachelor who was enjoying a piece of potato kugel. “She’s here! The girl I’ve been raving about for you is here today!”
Eligible bachelor perked up his ears – what was left of them, after having them talked off about the virtues of this wonderful young lady. “Well, where is she?” he asked.
“Over there, over there,” the shadchan points to a pretty young woman chatting with her friends.
“That one on the left side?” frowned the bachelor.
“Yes, and she’s perfect for you,” enthused the shadchan.
“She’s too dark,” dismissed the bachelor, and went back to his potato kugel.
Now I’ve noticed that many of our Middle Eastern brethren are all gung-ho about assimilating into Ashkenazi culture – why else would they prefer potato kugel to that delicious rice their parents make? – but too dark?