It's 5:20 a.m., and I'm off to the grocery store to buy an Amish chicken.
I wasn't going to get kosher chicken for the matzah ball soup I'm fixing for Passover. That would have required a drive to the Twin Cities. And my Passover seder hosts had assured me an Amish chicken would do just fine.
But then two men offered to assist me in getting a kosher bird. It's a complicated tale that I will return to once my chicken is stewing on the stove.
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