Lies are just as entertaining as Truth. Just ask cable TV. Yet there are those moments when you can not only see what is true, you can smell it...taste it. Just ask Elaine Schwartz.
This wonderful piece awakens the hunger for truth in all of us.
Auntie Margaret’s Hungarian Pastry
If it weren’t true would Auntie Margaret’s blurry blue tattoo come into view as she lights the Sabbath candles, welcomes the Sabbath bride?
Would her buttery Hungarian pastry melt in our mouths like manna
If it weren’t true would she still remember the recipe – a few handfuls of flour, a large lump or two of butter, a bit of sugar, and a pinch
of freshly ground cinnamon?
Would her work worn hands knead and knead, stretch and stretch
this rich buttery dough?
If it weren’t true would she walk to the synagogue every Friday night, a pastry laden plate in her hands?
Would her Auschwitz blue tattoo be expunged by a clean orderly home,
a pot of aromatic coffee, and a plate of rich flaky Hungarian pastry?
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