borscht
kerry
we
were
sitting
in
the
window
at
some
chain bagel
place
when
i
told
you
about
the
trip
i
took
to
new
york
in
college
with
a
bunch
of
friends
and
how
we
went
to
a
famous ukrainian
restaurant
and
i
should
’ve gotten
the
borscht,
but
was
afraid
of
the
beets
.
who
knows
when
i
’d
have
the
chance
to
try
authentic borscht
again
?
i
told
you
i
hoped
to
go
back
there
one
day
and
actually
order
it
.
you
’d
never
heard
of
borscht
but
you
looked
up
a
recipe
–probably
on
your
phone
,
you
didn’t
have
a
computer
then
–and
made
it
for
me
.
and
it
was
good
.
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...
unhinged
my
dad
and
my
mom's
older
brother
were
really
the
only
people
in
the
family
that
liked
it
so
somewhere
along
the
line
my
mom
or
my
grandpa
would
make
the
christmas
eve
borscht, depending
on
where
we
had
christmas
eve
.
my
dad
was
a
firefighter
and
sometimes
had
to
work
on
christmas
eve
but
would
get
a
two
hour
meal
break
where
he
could
take
a
radio
and
a
station
vehicle
and
have
dinner
with
us
.
my
grandpa's duplex
was
much
closer
to
his
fire
station
so
we
would
always
have
christmas
eve
at
grandpa's
when
dad
had
to
work
and
his
walkie
would
crackle
in
the
background
as
he
slurped
up
the
borscht
almost
everyone
else
would
crinkle
their
noses
up
at
.
my
grandpa
would
make
a
production
about
how
he
made
it
just
for
my
dad
and
my
uncle
would
pipe
up
that
he
liked
it
too
.
christmas
eve
had
all
its
own
special
food
in
my
family
.
it
wasn't
til
i
moved
thousands
of
miles
away
that
i
learned
borscht
is
basically
a
russian
word
for
generic veggie
soup
,
that
beets
and
sour
cream
weren't necessarily
part
of
the
equation
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