Bursting Out All Over

Spring is, at least in these parts. And with spring, the knish, too, sprouts eternal.

I’m getting ready to go to Madison, WI for the Conney Conference on Jewish Arts. Knish-making, after all, is a Jewish art, is it not? One need not be Jewish to produce or enjoy the fruits of the knish.

But, of course, it can’t hurt. Nor can it hurt to make another appearance at the Mustard Museum in Middleton.
Years ago, maybe 15 or more, my folks and I went to Wisconsin. They celebrated their anniversary with a weekend at Seth Low Cabin and I stopped by to visit. They went on to visit the Mustard Museum, and I was downtrodden to have missed this special pilgrimmage.

Just goes to show, we never know what’s in store.