One more thing to point out as significant, is that Liorah seems to be obsessed with my blog and has even posted many posts on her own blog to address what I have said on my blog. Interestingly, two of these posts have been entitled, "Chosen Mishpat", "The Breastplate of Judgment." Is that how I am to be looked at? Am I a Breastplate of Judgment?
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Well, better than than the Chicken Breast of Judgment, to be eaten for Shabbos dinner.
Liorah, like me, exists in a part of the universe most people don't usually gain access to. Look up the word "perseveration'.
And Shabbat shalom/chagim sameachim, if you read this this afternoon.
Well, better than than the Chicken Breast of Judgment, to be eaten for Shabbos dinner. How did you know that I'm having Chicken breast for dinner tonight? Forget about Liorah, maybe you're the real navi. A kishnavi?
A Gutten Kvittel
Gut Shabbos
Gut Yuntiff
KishnNAVI? Not, just a kitsch navi.
But no nevuah was necessary. I was really thinking of my own Erev Shabbos dinner. It's my family minhag that erev Shabbat and erev Yom Tov we eat chicken. I suspect it's fairly universal, in fact, and that buried somewhere in the Kitzur Shulchan Aruch is a ruling setting out exactly which portions of the chicken are preferable for which occassions, and that the truly pious take pains to eat their chicken only after removing all bones.
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