I am taking part in the Slice of Life Story Challenge with Two Writing Teachers. For this challenge I will be attempting to write a “Slice of Life” post each day in the month of March and each Tuesday after that.


I have schmutz on my shirt. I often have schmutz on my shirt, on my pants, on my face. I am, what you might call schmutzy–which I didn’t think was a word and am extremely happy to learn is, indeed, a word.

schmutz·y
  [shmoot-see]  Show IPA
adjective, schmutz·i·er, schmutz·i·est.
Slang. dirty; grimy.
Also, schmutz·ig  [shmoot-sik, -sig]  Show IPA .
Origin: 
1965–70; schmutz + -y1 , as translation of Yiddish shmutsik  or German schmutz

Even better, there is a book called The Schmutzy Family by Madelyn Rosenberg that I simply must read.

And a dish called “Schmutzy Fries” that I am fairly certain I will love and with which I will get appropriately messy. 

What a happy day it is to find a word exists that should exist, a book that supports its existence, and a food item that celebrates it.  I consider this day a roaring success.