When I was nine, we lived on leafy Lajoie Avenue, the bedrock of my childhood memories, with its sturdy old maples towering over the low-rise apartments and triplexes.
This was so much fun to read, and a story I could really relate to. We had our own non-kosher outings to the local Chinese restaurant in Newark NJ. Spare ribs (!) were my favorite.
Thanks, Lisa, and in the old days, the only restaurants open on Christmas were Chinese restaurants...that was one other way Jews fell in love with Chinese food.
This was so much fun to read, and a story I could really relate to. We had our own non-kosher outings to the local Chinese restaurant in Newark NJ. Spare ribs (!) were my favorite.
I always wondered why Kosher families ate at Chinese restaurants without feeling guilty!😂
Thanks for clearing that up for me.
Enjoy your next Chinese meal!😋
Thanks, Lisa, and in the old days, the only restaurants open on Christmas were Chinese restaurants...that was one other way Jews fell in love with Chinese food.