Even a wheelchair can't stop him
Illustrated by Esti Saposh
“Nice job on the eggs, Rosen, but they’re in dire need of salt.” The back of Nachum’s blond head called to me as he sat in his wheelchair on our mirpeset. I could see his bowl and fork sitting on his shtender, untouched.
“You haven’t tried them yet,” I called back.
“Yes, but I can see that they’re not salted enough.” He speared an egg globule and turned to point it at my face. “Sodium causes egg proteins to uncoil and lose their structure, so salted eggs have a deeper and more saturated color. These are far too pale, Rosen. Grab me the salt shaker from the kitchen. Oh, and while you’re there, can I trouble you for the popcorn?”
“The popcorn’s from Shabbos. Today’s Thursday.”
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