Oznei Haman = Haman’s Ears. Literally.

If ever the day comes, it’ll probably be difficult to prove I’m not a cannibal after this post. After all, “Haman’s Ears”? But don’t freak out just yet. That’s not a good enough reason to freak out.


Stop and smell the flowers. And the hamantaschen.

Wait until you see the amazingness that is Oznei Haman/Hamantaschen, and then proceed to freak out. I’ll wait.

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