Posted by on Aug 31, 2013 in celebration | 2 comments

  When I think of my grandmother, Bub, I think of food.  Potato and lox soup, boiled in an aluminum pot on the stove, soup meat stringing off marrow bones and gefilte fish made from scratch.  On Gefilte Fish Day, Bub pushed slabs of raw carp through the electric meat grinder. The smell was so ripe that I had to run through the kitchen holding my...

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