This is a story of two imaginary women. Mrs Adler and Mrs
Elswood.
She has just been to the hairdresser’s, put on her pearl necklace and horn-rimmed glasses, and it is difficult to see her as the type of person who would be, as my mother was, arm deep in fish, egg, onion, and matzo meal as she wielded her hackmesser to create “chopped and boiled” or “chopped and fried” – or in other words – home-made gefilte fish.