Bite me.

And other words about the loss of my sister Barbara.

The “Bite Me” apron.

I asked my sister’s kid Alex to take the photo of me in the Bite Me apron, a treasured item that Barbara had forever, the one I’d wear to carve her turkeys, flip her latkes, and then, in her honor, to make this huge matzo brei a couple days after she died.

(Huge: I used a full box of matzo and a dozen eggs. 😳 Actually it was a full box of last year’s matzo — stale! — and a dozen eggs. Pretty dry. I’ve never smeared a matzo brei with butter before, but this one needed it. And it soaked up a ton of syrup. Which made it triple delicious. 🙃)

I’m pretty sure the apron will go to Matt, my sister’s other kid. We used to fight over who’d get to wear it as we teamed up to flip the dozens and dozens of latkes we made. So I made sure to wear it one more time.

The most beautiful photo of my sister ever.

I don’t remember seeing this before. What you’re seeing here is my photo of the 4x6 print Alex hung for the shivas. I like it even better in this state (a photo of a print of a photo); it looks even softer and more evocative.

Lucky for me, Allen (her husband) takes great pictures; he captured the original image four or so decades ago…