Being accustomed to kosher steaks when I was a boy, my first introduction to good red (bloody!) meat was when my brother Balfour became ill and the doctor recommended red meat and my father brought home delicious non-kosher steaks.
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My mother was a fantastic cook and a wonderful baker. What I do remember is coming home on Friday from school, and it was just like walking into a bakery. The smell was just absolutely delicious. She would bake challahs and kichelech and cookies and babkes.