
Es Ochl’am B’ito
One day, Rabbi Golomeck didn’t eat lunch, and he was a little hungry. His daughter Esther, who’s in first grade, came home from school at about 3:30 and went to get an orange. She peeled it, separated the pieces, and gave it to Rabbi Golombeck. “Here, Tatty, enjoy it!” He said, “Who told you to










