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On the nights before Passover, Rosh Hashanah, and Yom Kippur, my mother would send me to the butcher with some birds to be slaughtered according to ritual so the meat would be kosher—that is, clean…
Contributor:
Lázaro Liacho
Places:
Buenos Aires, Argentina
Date:
1943
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My mother often sent me shopping to 18th Avenue (not a far distance, but for a kid it was unfamiliar territory), the district of Middle Eastern groceries, whose shopkeepers were…
Contributor:
Jack Marshall
Places:
El Cerrito, United States of America
Date:
2005