carp

passover. pesach. chag sameach.

carp in bathtub on ice. couldn’t use the tub. ever! shower, yes! but still uncomfortable because it inhabited my tub. yuck!

apparently, the fish is held in high regard. couldn’t eat it, touch it or look at it. until i tasted warm gefilte.

then, my lips, my mouth were in love. wasn’t slimy or gross. it was yummy and the horseradish was good too.

but still sad i never tasted the best. nana’s best.

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