VLVL Danish

[Terrance]

I imagine the Pisk Sisters are like so many New Yorkers living
California, missing the days when Mom sent you to three different
butchers, 

Go to the Italian Butcher on Gunhill and get a pound of ground sirloin
and make sure he grinds it in front of you where you can see him, don't
buy nothin that's been ground. 
Then go to the Greek Butcher on the corner of University Avenue and get
a soup bone, make your sister wait outside with the meat otherwise he'll
send you back to the Ginny for a bone ... the Greek grinds the meet in
the back where's you can't see him, but he has the best soup bones. Go
over to the Jews and get a nickel pickle and be sure not to get one out
of the Gentile barrel. Stop at the butcher on Perry and get a chicken.
And don't you let your sister sit there watching Johnny Prezioni wring
its neck and whack its feathers off, she got sick as Mr. O'Hara's dog
last time. 

Nuked Frozen danish. What are we about, Mason? 




davemarc wrote:
> 
> I recently spoke with a Jewish refugee from Nazi Germany who spent much of
> the 1950s living with an aunt in Queens and working in a Manhattan hospital.
> She said that Danish was the kind of thing you bought if you
> were having friends over for coffee and you didn't have any cake to serve
> them. She noted that the quality of Danish could vary greatly. She recalled
> that,
> for her, Bauer's was the place to buy it, and that there was more than
> one location. There happens to be a Bauer's Bake Shop not far from where she
> lived. It has
> apparently been around since 1933, but she didn't recognize it:
> http://www.junipercivic.com/berry/0703/bauers.html
> 
> She also recalled that, while visiting California relatives in the early
> 1950s, she ate some Danish (snail- or spiral-shaped) in the Lake Tahoe
> region.
> 
> d.