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“Secret Recipes!”
“Line three is for you. Some guy wants a recipe for brisket.” Now we have had some strange requests over the years but when Betty buzzed me on the morning of Erev Rosh Hashanah, I have to admit, I was surprised. Maybe, I shouldn’t have been. After all, we have been asked for many other items. Mints, aspirin, bobby pins, and Tums are standards. Occasionally, it gets a little more challenging but we always come through. A couple of months ago, someone forgot their heart medicine but we knew where the twenty-four hour pharmacy was and thankfully, things worked out. There was the wrinkled tallis problem, that was solved by Donald producing an iron and once, someone dripped candle wax on his tuxedo jacket but ice solved that problem. We even have a supply of pantyhose on hand. But brisket recipes – now that can get personal. Of course, no one makes a brisket like my mother but do I dare give out the family secret. I needed time to think. I asked Betty to take a number and we’d call back. Bobbi Bernstein’s brisket is out of this world but she was at the beach. Amy Bennett makes a brisket to die for - no answer there. What to do? I asked the office personnel. When one of them asked, “What’s a brisket?” I knew I was in trouble. Actually Reuven Green, our Endowment Assistant did have one but it was tucked away in a drawer at his house. Apparently he hasn’t cooked that much in Charlotte. It seemed the only solution was to call mom and ask permission. So I did and in the spirit of the New Year, my mother gladly faxed me the recipe. Problem solved. Well, I notice she did leave out one of the ingredients. In order to avoid this problem in the future, Reuven and I have a simple solution. If you believe that your brisket is better than anyone else’s, just call the office and invite us over for dinner. We’ll be glad to conduct an independent test. For those interested here is Mom’s recipe: Oh by the way, my sister, Joyce just called and said for a really good taste, soak the brisket in beer!. Arthur B. Kramer |
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