Remember, our parents and grandparents couldn’t have been wrong. Poskim always have trouble saying something is forbidden if Rishonim and Acharonim said it was ok.
Reverend Shimon Allen will of course tell me that there is nothing new in this.
Finally, I have some ammunition. (click on the link)
My father ע’’ה. R’ Shaul Zelig HaCohen Balbin exulting in the yearly dose of Gribenes and liver and Kartofel on Erev Pesach
I've enjoyed being a computer science professor in Melbourne, Australia, as well as band leader/singer for the Schnapps Band.
My high schooling was in Chabad and I continued at Yeshivat Kerem B'Yavneh in Israel and later in life at Machon L'Hora'ah, Yeshivas Halichos Olam.
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Reminds me of my favourite line from Robin Williams….” never buy gribenes from a mohel”!
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Reminds me of my favourite line from Robin Williams….” never buy gribenes from a mohel”!
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Ha ha ha ha …. Or should that be Ho Ho Ho Ho. Great line. I hadn’t heard it
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