My Mother’s Chicken
Growing up Jewish in my family guaranteed that buying chicken would be an unusual experience. Instead of going to the supermarket like everyone else in my neighborhood, we went to the shochet (pronounced shoiychet)—the only man in town certified to slaughter chickens in the manner prescribed by Jewish law to make them kosher. I would ride with my father, who would park in the shochet’s yardGet More Articles—Subscribe Today!
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