My father used to say that the best way to tell if you were in a Jewish neighborhood was to count the number of Chinese restaurants. Not that it mattered much to us — I grew up in a totally mixed town and regularly shared meals with friends who were Somali, Indian, Saudi, Japanese, Israeli, […]
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I come from a long line of noshers; when I was very little, I remember my father sitting down to watch The College Bowl (during which he would shout “Wrong! Wrong! That child is WRONG!” repeatedly at the top of his lungs for the duration of the show) with the added benefit of a sleeve […]
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