Margaret Suran wrote:
>
> I woke at 7:15 and Margaret served me mango, coffee, and juice.

Hmmm? What's with all the mangoes? Is Margaret on
a mango binge? We didn't get any mangoes last year. :-(

> We stopped at the Polish market and deli where I was not allowed to take
> pictures last year. This place has real butchers--I watched a guy in
> the back of the store stringing up for smoking what appeared to be
> boneless pork loins. A huge pile of them. There was a big stack of
> ribs. We bought some krakowska, some smoked kielbasa, some kyzona
> kapusta, for supper tonight. Margaret has no food here. <cough, choke>

What's krakowska? I know the other stuff.

> Then we rendezvoused with Marcel at Second Avenue Deli. Marcel ordered
> a humongous turkey and tongue sandwich. Margaret sat down and
> immediately ordered a glass of red wine. Lush. She had the Chicken
> Fricassee and Kasha Varnishkes; I had a plate of Chicken Soup with
> Matzoh Ball, the half sandwich (corned beef on rye) and a potato knish.

Oy. I'm dying for a potato knish. We used to get good
ones here at one of our gourmet grocery stores. They
got them homemade by a little old man. Said little old
man either died or retired and now there's nowhere to get
a decent potato knish. :-P

> Mary, our waitress, offered to pack up our leavings for us but Margaret
> told her that the challah was two days old so she didn't want it. I do
> not know this woman. Mary brought fresh rolls for us to take home.
> And more rugelach.

What? You would put up with 2-day old challah? Feh.

> We're home for the day. She hasn't started drinking yet.

You mean she hasn't started her *afternoon* drinking yet.
She did have that glass of wine earlier.

Kate

--
Kate Connally
“If I were as old as I feel, I’d be dead already.”
Goldfish: “The wholesome snack that smiles back,
Until you bite their heads off.”
What if the hokey pokey really *is* what it's all about?