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About ShtetlKettle

For the past 2 years, I’ve been blogging about fermentation on behalf of my small Detroit-based pickle business, Suddenly Sauer.

While food, in general, and fermentation, specifically, are central passions in my life, I felt that more theoretical fermentations (read: thoughts) weren’t as communicable in that space.  Thus, I’ve created ShtetlKettle.

In this space I want to think about community and individual identity.  My point of entry is Detroit Jewish identity, but I’m in no way limited to any one perspective.  I see some of the most poignant inquiries developing out of the borders between identities, and I hope to explore my identity, both personal and communal, with the boundaries (real and imaginary) that we create. 

While I plan to post on a weekly basis, I also want this space to be open to any/all those who happen to share in these (rather specific) areas of interest.  Guest posts and comments welcome!

I look forward to growing with you!



blind fish

Blair Nosan

there are patterns I hold as healthy as breathing, and there are those I’d rather shed like dead skin.

healthy is the weekly fermentation, the visitation of cessation. the daily undoing of self, I could do without.  Like the ENTP algorithm that told me who I was in eleventh grade, I’m still looking outside myself for answers.

Stir the pot and see what boils.  Try new spices, new aromas.  Always move the spoon from left to write.

There are tiny acts of creation every day, why did I chose my canvas and you, yours?  They are all palimpsests and we are all marionettes.  We create because we are in motion.  We are blind fish in a Mammoth cave.

I think from time to time about the way that happiness sneaks up on me. one minute, a wall, the next, a window.  yes, it should always feel difficult, but to swim with or against the current?

contrasts create meaning, this I believe.  why, then, are we all blind?