For quite some time, I’ve been trying to unravel a mystery. A few months ago, Shai told me that his mom used to cook something called “kurkevanei ouf”, which means navels of chickens. Chickens don’t really have navels…at least nothing like mammal navels, but I took his word for it, and went out to buy [...]
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