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Tank top tutorial part 1

on March 17, 2010

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דרך ארץ

דרך ארץ / Derekh Eretz literally means the path or way of the land but is also the term used for being polite. I want to talk a bit about the protests taking place in support of Hamas and Palestinians on college campuses. I am not going to talk about the political and historical issues. There are lots of people who are much smarter than I amand are real experts on both the history and the politics. What I do want to talk about is דרך ארץ/D erekh Eretz. If you watch old cartoons from the 1930s there are a few things that are striking. I am not talking about the beautiful hand drawn art-work. It was completely OK for completely racist depictions of Blacks, of Jews, of Asians, of native Americans and the list should also include nearly every other national and ethnic group. In those days those depictions were just part of what was thought of as funny. When my parents were little kids they both learned racist songs and chants in the playground and in school. It's just how life was i

And Now the Flood

So what were you doing Monday at 3AM? I assume that you were probably sleeping. We were sleeping at 2:59 AM. But at three the phone rang. It was our lovely night shift doorman letting us know that there was a leak into the apartment below us, and perhaps there was something that we needed to turn off. We went into the room next to our kitchen, in NYC real estate parlance it is the maid's room where back in the day when every middle class family had a maid living in that room. A maids room is where one of your kids might live or it might be used as a home office. We use ours as our basement. We have old college text books and textiles that have been given to me from friends, plastic bins with Costco stuff, a box of rags, a big stack of ironed tablecloths, laundry waiting to be folded and the stuff the kids left in the apartment when they moved out in short our maid's room is a small room sized junk drawer. Anyway after a few minutes of groggily looking around we realized two

Connecting with the past

A few months ago I had a craving for my father’s chicken fricassee. If my father were still alive I would have called him up and he would have talked me through the process of making it. My father is no longer alive so I turned to my cookbooks and the recipes I found for chicken fricassee were nothing at all like the stew of chicken necks, gizzards and wings in a watery sweet and sour tomato sauce that I enjoyed as a kid. I assumed that the dish was an invention of my father’s. I then attempted to replicate the dish from my memory of it and failed. A couple of weeks ago I saw an article on the internet, and I can’t remember where, that talked about Jewish fricassee and it sounded an awful lot like the dish I was hankering after. This afternoon I went to the butcher and picked up all of the chicken elements of the dish, a couple of packages each of wings, necks and gizzards. My father never cooked directly from a cook book. He used to read a batch of recipes and the

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