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…