I woke up today at 4:30am with heartburn, palpitations, and great difficulty to breathe. I was sweating profusely beneath the covers, the body of a purring cat covering my chest and obstructing my airways even further. But even without the cat, the rising temperatures, or the nachos I foolishly ate the evening before, I knew this would be one night I could not pass peacefully in bed. Because in just two days, dear reader, I will launch to the world the thing I had been pouring all of my blood, sweat and ideas into for these past five months: the Jewish Food Project.
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