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Sunday, November 30, 2014
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- Matzoh ball soup
- Ram rampage
- Thanksgiving aftermath
- When turkeys attack back
- Crazy homophobia
- Shorts weather
- How many amaretti will it take to kill you?
- The Breasts of St. Agatha
- Ice, ice, ice...baby
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- Italy in Michigan
- Young Fives
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- Some pretty things in this world
- Hope has died
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- The people we met
- Meanwhile back into the vortex..
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3 comments:
Despite my Jewish heritage (my father was Jewish) most of these dishes are something I haven't tried. Some day...
Are there any Jewish delicatessens in your city EC?
Not that I know of. Some research is required. After Christmas.
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