We gave them $100. They made someone’s day. 9 stories
My mother, Mrs. G., is a whiz in the kitchen. Cooking, cutting, slicing, dicing, she’s always busy with something. Caramelized cubes of sautéed onions, meticulously sliced meat, chicken cutlets carefully carved, perfectly prepared potatoes…
It’s not even always for my siblings and me, although we do eat a lot. Very often it’s “mitzvah cooking” — for kiddushim, vorts, shalom zachars, kimpeturin. Food has always been the language she uses to passionately express to those around her, “I care!”
Back when COVID-19 was racing through our lives, we went to quarantine in our bungalow in the mountains. It was nice to get away, to enjoy freedom from our suffocating four walls back in Monsey.
We transported everything we might need — and more — including our kitchenware. But then the kitchenware accidentally stayed behind, while we returned home.
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