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Judith Harmon Miller's avatar

Every once in awhile, my NJ roots show up and I crave for liverwurst. Not politically correct in the vegan or vegetarian inn world of today, but it is soooo good. Here's to our evils!

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Greg Rohloff's avatar

Growing up in Wichita, KS in the 1960s, I encountered kosher pastrami when my older brother worked weekends and summer nights at a kosher deli. The owner's first name was Leonard, and he arranged with Lindy's in New York for him to use that name too. Lindy's in Wichita had a meat counter, a scattering of tables for dining in, and a tiny kitchen in back in which bread, bagels and cheese cake were prepared. The meats came from Kansas City.

When my brother came home from work, he hung is coat in the kitchen closet. The aroma of the deli soon permeated the closet, as well as the rest of the kitchen.

No matter how good a pastrami or salami sandwich takes at the chain delicatessens now, they lack that aroma, and the clacking of the tables on the wooden floor that was in Lindy's.

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