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April 12, 2010

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Danni

Yup, the hometown was really half Jewish, half Christian. And with our circle of friends, Merry Christmas and Happy Chanukah meant we want to include you in our "joy of the season", not "you worship the wrong way." And invariably, the first beach gathering was on Passover weekend, so HF always brought the macaroons. Miss those macaroons.

Claude

I forgot about the macaroons! Holy Moley!

Nowadays I can always talk a work friend or two into making me latkes during Chanukah. It never occurred to me that I could nick some macaroons out of them, too. For a city with a large Jewish enclave, it's tough to find a good macaroon.

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