"Debra Fritz" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
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Quoted message said:On Thu, 04 Aug 2005 15:10:40 GMT, "Dimitri" <[email hidden]>
Quoted message said:Please in those days it was pronounced TZICKN'
;-)
Dimitri
ROTFLMAO- Yep! And in those days, my Grandmother went to the " Chicken
Store"..where there were live chickens..and she picked out the one she
wanted...and it was killed on the spot.I remember her telling me to sit on the floor and play with the
chickens - they were in cages- so I didn't see into the back through
the wall cut out. It was there so customers could see the man killing
the chicken with one swipe of the knife...which is the Kosher way.I was probably 6 or 7 before I figured out what was going on...and I
stopped eating chicken for a few years.Debra
Mine - the one in Manhattan used to send me to the butcher store to buy a fresh
beef kidney which she would feed to "vaska" her cat. Vaska would hide under the
bed(s) and if you walked by he would swipe (claw) your feet. I remember the
butcher taking a cleaver and whacking the suet to reveal the kidney.
Funny what you remember.
Dimitri