Nosh House

nosh-house

We lived in a nice house, but it was also a nosh house.

For those not of the tribe – or living in parts not exposed to nibblers of the yiddish persuasion– a nosh is a snack. A little something. A tidbit, if you will.

Elaine, for a skinny woman, was a serial nosher. She had the home of the ‘goodie basket’. Friends from childhood can confirm its legendary status in the neighborhood.

This hung in her kitchen. Of all the things I have not taken home from there, this one keeps calling my name.

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