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spices
Marcelle Kadkhoda
Naomi Pfefferman
September 25, 1997
It is a late Friday morning, not long before Rosh Hashanah, and already the tantalizing smells of exotic spices and frying onions are wafting from Marcelle Kadkhoda\’s sunny, compact apartment kitchen.\nThe Persian émigré, in her 70s, is wearing an apron and sensible shoes as she cooks for Shabbat, preparing the family recipes that have been handed down from mother to daughter for generations.\n
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