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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!

-b

 

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Blair Nosan

I exist here at 19 degrees on a white day in Detroit.  2013 sounds futuristic, but it will become past quickly.  

you know how the old questions never disappear?  it has always seemed incredible to me that I can hold the mundane next to the miraculous so effortlessly.  Yes he didn’t choose to kiss me.  Yes, my family held on to their otherness even as they let it go.  Shedding last names like skinning fish scales, they glint even after they are gone.

you know this process of creation and destruction will go on forever, so why do you so desire stillness?  There are snapshots of moments that feel right.  Lying in bed intertwined in the morning.  Singing in the dark.  Spinning.  A garden.  

And these are islands.  

The gulfs between them stretch their mouths open, prepared to swallow the goodness whole.  How to persist through transformation?

I call to you from the bottom of the chasm.  Sisters, link arms. sing loud. whisper persistently.  make eye contact.  

don’t be afraid.