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When I became a grown-up I took every Passover and Hannukah invitation that came along, and even attended a lesbian Seder in college. (I don't mean that this was just a Seder thrown by dykes; we did a full-on womyn's Haggadah with every 'he' changed to 'she' and every 'his' to 'her.') Sometime in my mid-20s I realized that none of my friends seemed to take their holidays as seriously as I wanted them to, and I had to do a lot of prodding in order to get myself invited over. "What do you mean you're not having Hannukah dinner? Come on, let's do it. I'll cook!" And that's when I became a charoset-chopping, brisket-braising kugel cook.
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Heathen Holidays
My name is Gwyneth and I am a goy who loves Hannukah. When I was very small, December meant flipping through the Sears catalog and circling EasyBake Ovens and Cookie Monster puppets, watching as Mom nailed the hopelessly crooked Chri...
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