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20 North Shore Towers Courier n November 2016 Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote most beautifully, “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…” I, Gloria Beck, don’t pretend to be a poet of her caliber, but in response, am writing “How did I abuse thee? Let me count the ways…” Most recently my little GB and I had a falling out and parted ways. I thought we’d be together forever, but sometimes the best-laid plans can go awry. I can’t say exactly when the abuse to my little GB began and I hate to start pointing the finger of blame, but I would venture probably at my mother’s knee. In the old days there was always a small jar of chicken fat (schmaltz) in every fridge. If not for enhancing some cooked meal, I could swear it was also used for medicinal purposes. It would not surprise me if one day my mom accidentally put a nipple on the schmaltz jar instead of a baby bottle. So the abuse to my little GB started a long time ago. I remember sometimes, as a variation to my schmaltz-shmeared diet, she would add gribenes (crisp chicken or goose skin cracklings) made with fried onions to either a Kaiser roll, a French baguette or Italian bread. I think today we would frame that as International dining. It was wonderful. Whoever thought twice about the heartburn that came with each bite? I also remember SENIOR MOMENTS the sometimes Sunday morning breakfast of fried kippers with onions. Ah man, that was sooo good! Corned beef was never ordered lean in those days, the more fat the tastier it was. How about pizza? Yum! I had to hold my nose before I took my first bite. I found the smell repulsive, but if you can get past the smell, it’s easily addictive. Chopped liver drizzled with chicken fat was calming to the soul, especially on a piece of matza during Passover. by gloria beck You kind of get the picture. Poor little GB; I never gave you a second thought. When I went off to college, where could I find something comparable to gribenes? I could have gone down to the lower east side to get a fix, but no, I became very sophisticated and traded in my gribenes for well done, crispy bacon. There’s no comparison but you gotta do what you gotta do. Little GB was getting slammed left and right over all these years. Finally, it must have said, “Enough is enough!” It started to give me good kicks to remind me of my many, many transgressions. Sadly, GB is gone, and just thinking of all those sinful foods makes me feel so guilty. I’m going to try to be careful, but gee, I could really go for some lox, bagels and cream cheese. Does anyone have the number of Bagel Boss? Goodbye Little GB(Gall Bladder) Rating by medicare.gov 255 Warner Avenue, Roslyn Heights, New York, 11577 Tel: 516.621.5400 • Fax: 516.621.4879 SUNHARBOR MANOR SPECIALIZES IN CLINICALLY COMPLEX SERVICES Real Rehab...Real Results NEWLY RENOVATED SKYE CENTER • DIALYSIS ONSITE All Meals Prepared by Our Executive Chef • We Accept Most Insurance Plans Dignity, Comfort, Care... The Sunharbor Promise.


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