Kosher Dosher...“I am a culinary Heretic"

What am I, chopped Liver? When I think of chopped Liver, I have four connections or rather memories. One fond memory was my Mom and Bubbe (Yiddish for Grandmother) making Chopped Liver. The second memory took place with my buddy RC. My buddy and I went to Seattle for an excursion, and we had an inkling for some Classic Jewish Chopped Liver. We found a great place that served quintessentially profound Jewish Food. Oh, man, that opened a floodgate of fond memories. The third memory, of course, was the Jewish Deli I grew up with in NYC.  My other Bubbe was not a cook at all. When I was ten, she decided to make some beef tongue, stereotypical Jewish deli meat. It was my first (that I know of) introduction to beef tongue. She boiled it for who knows how long and tossed it on a plate. She did not attempt to disguise what we were about to eat, nor did she appear to care either. Taste buds and all were intact too!! To say it did not look appetizing is an understatement. I refused to eat it...

This is to all you that love to criticize stuff-  But before you consider critiquing, you should probably learn that you're wrong; everyone else is correct. There are people with dissenting opinions that respect and appreciate each other's differences. Then there are people who hold their respect or admiration for you captive until you agree with them. First of all, I hope it goes without saying that no critic is ever right. And by that, I mean anyone who says they're imparting their Truth needs a character makeover.  And if that's not enough, you have those people that feel the need to give you their resume or credentials for you to reflect on while they continue to provide you with their Truth. As if their resume makes any differences.  Funny, quick story. A relative of mine made a post about Air Travel, Delays, and Security. I gave my opinion but not as fact. Her friend had to pipe in and had to tell me I was wrong because she is a Flight Attendant and had been one f...