The above-linked article brought back some fond memories. Although this is the eve of Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, I am recalling another time of the year. As a child, we always spent the First Seder of Passover with my Russian-Jewish Grandparents. It was a grand celebration, with food to rival that of the Italian half on Christmas Eve. G'ma Sarah cooked every morsel of each dish from scratch. The chicken soup course was presented in a grand manner.... and I'll never, ever forget.... with two chicken feet floating in each bowl. One look from my parents told me to save my questions for later on in the evening. That image lingers, along with the gratitude I feel for my rich heritage.
