Now that Passover has ended, permit me to remark upon something that I have observed over recent years: Prepared horseradish does not keep its flavor as well today as it has in the past.
Horseradish and mustard are pretty much the only piquant condiments in the Ashkenazi Jewish pantry.
It is the time of the year when the Fish Fry reigns supreme. I am not a fan.
It’s not that I hate the fry — I just don’t worship it as a true child of Buffalo should. But then, I am not a child of Buffalo. It may be as simple as having had so many that were just bad. You have probably had the same.
