No Jewish woman is ever a stranger to another. There are some experiences that are universal unifiers, like pain and joy. And fish heads.
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M
y Rosh Hashanah menu included salmon, which is how I wound up standing in front of the salmon display, choosing clean fillets of bright pink salmon neatly vacuum packed onto Styrofoam trays. Everything was fine — until I saw the fish heads.
They were right near the salmon, I guess because this was the fish section. And they looked like fish, I guess because they were. Salmon doesn’t look like fish, though. Salmon just looks like salmon.
As I stood there staring at the display of fish heads, I thought to myself, of course, I need a fish head for Rosh Hashanah.
I really should buy a fish head for Rosh Hashanah, I thought.
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