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janice shell

08/25/19 8:03 PM

#157078 RE: shajandr #157077

lol, your friend is right. When I was in elementary school, the Jewish kids often wanted to trade their lunches during the run up to Passover. Especially when they contained gefilte fish. I wasn't interested in that, but I did kind of like matzoh.

Whatever you grew up on you generally like.

Not at all. Just about nothing I eat now is stuff I ate as a child. Maybe burgers, but everyone eats burgers, and mine are better than when I was growing up because they're medium rare. My father liked his meat well done, which was a cross to bear. My mother tried to compensate by cooking roasts in a very hot oven, so the ends were sufficiently gray, and the middle a little pinkish, but it wasn't really adequate. She also liked things like creamed corned beef. Ugh.

She did, however, go through a phase in which she stuffed everything: chickens, chicken breasts, double pork chops, flank steak, flounder, and probably some things I've forgotten. But that was okay with me, because I loved stuffing then, and love it today. But I use much more onion, celery, poultry seasoning, and butter.

And then I started doing some cooking for myself in my teens, and never looked back.
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DrContango

08/25/19 8:14 PM

#157079 RE: shajandr #157077

LOLOL!!!

You know even pathological liars get it right now and then!



In Maryland gefilte fish is always served with horseradish, but it’s always red horseradish.

One of my favorite medical school stories:

I wanted to escape the oppressive Maryland summertime heat and humidity after freshman year and a buddy coerced me to join him at a summer job bussing tables at Grossingers in the Catskills. The Borscht Belt by then was long past its prime (killed by home airconditioners and the advent of cheap airfare) and was going on life support.

Grossingers was strictly kosher and had enormous separate dairy and meat kitchens. The dining room was about the size of a football field. Guests gorged on a seven course meal, it seemed, in 30 minutes. Guests could order multiple full size portions and there was always available an off menu 24 ounce boneless ribeye steak...



There was a separate dining room for the staff which served leftovers and less expensive fare.

But the dining room staff got to eat the same food as the staff. We’d eat in groups of 6 or 8 before the guests arrived and we would take turns serving our colleagues.

There was a full time kitchen pro with the title “kitchen steward” whose job included inspecting the appearance of all outgoing food. This guy was a genuine German arschloch.

So, one evening I’m doing the appetizer run carrying back a tray with bowls of borscht or schav and plates of gefilte fish that looked similar to this:



The schmuck steps in front of me, plucks the parsley from the fish, and menacingly declares: “How many times must I tell you people. NO PARSLEY FOR ZEE STAFF!!!”


Doc