Smoked whiting, cream cheese, and scallions on a bagel. The whiting was right out of the smoker at Acme, our neighborhood fish-smoking factory. They sell wholesale to the public on Fridays from 8-1.
This Friday the line was out the door, I guess because it was the Friday before Christmas and Hanukkah. I met the neighborhood psychiatrist while we waited in line. He was very chatty, like I imagine anyone who listened to people talk about themselves all day would be.
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