In Pieces

They were a family who fed twelve people on one chicken for all of Shabbos.

It wasn’t always like that but being new immigrants in Israel with a business that went under Mrs. Goldblatt would put the chicken in the soup make a delicious thick broth and then take it out and broil that same chicken in the oven shmearing it with oil and paprika so it made a sauce to cover the rice.

Rice without sauce was weekday dinner fare.

Bread techina and a pickle was lunch.

Except … except when Mrs. Goldblatt had a baby or had had too much that day.

Then she’d send her hungry bunch to the corner kiosk Kiosk Dovi where pareve hotdogs in a bun with assorted salads would fill their bellies.