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Saturday. Chicken, made always with the feet. She'd buy a fresh chicken that needed some quill plucking and pulling out gizzards, etc. I made her save me the stomach from the soup. My aunt wanted the neck. 😄

She'd serve a bowl every night with homemade noodles, 'rizanki'. A vignette about my grandfather. We called grandfathers 'Diddi'--an aberration of Dzedo, grandfather in Slovak. We lived in Baba's three family house above her. Our front halls were connected and when it was warm we'd leave our doors open. We knew when Diddi was having his soup bc of too much pepper he always used and so the chain sneezing would start. 😆

Those were the days. More innocence, trusting, no mind games. What do we all have now.

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