Strictly speaking, the Yiddish word ‘schnorrer’ refers to a freeloader; a person who often asks for things and never offers anything in return. More colloquially, to refer to someone as being schnorrer means you believe they are cheap and ungenerous with their money and posessions.
A woman I know spent a full 15 minutes telling me about a cake she made for her son’s birthday, a couple of weeks ago. Why this was worse than the usual boring-assed tales parents feel compelled, by some satanic parently instinct, to tell unwilling people who happen to sport a pair of working ears, is because the son is around 40 years old. Just goes to show that bragging never ends, even when the bragger (braggart?) is 95 years old and doesn’t remember the name or gender of his/her grandchild, only that he/she does something super special for a living.
This woman told me how despite effectively ruining the icing for the cake she baked for her son, she refused to make another batch because she’d used six yolks, and basically that she’d be damned if she wasted the money she’d invested on those six yolks. Instead, I was forced to listen to how she extracted large globules of god knows what from the mess she’d made, added sugar, a couple of horse flies and a few drops of ylang ylang (ok, perhaps not the latter two ingredients), iced the cake and delivered it to her beloved son.
Story doesn’t end there, though. A week after that, again I was told that she had to make a dessert for a friend of hers – a fate worse, for her, than an afternoon having to listen to Steve Hofmeyr talk about U2, I’d imagine. I was then informed that she would make meringue because it would allow her to use the six egg whites she’d kept after the icing balls-up, a week prior.
She’d kept six mouldy egg whites for more than a week. And if she hadn’t found cause to use them that day, I suspect they would have remained for another week. Omelette, anyone?
WTF?!! Seriously, how do people like this have friends? How do they not die of food contamination? How does she eat a chicken for an entire week, simply because she bought a whole chicken, without tiring of it?
I’ll bet this person takes home what’s left of the dessert she’s prepared for her friends, too. She’s gotta eat, right?