Kosher Grocery Run — A Hop, Skip and Border Crossing Away
“Anything to declare?” A Canada Customs agent casts a sidelong glance into the backseat of our car heading home to Montreal from Vermont. “Tobacco or alcohol of any kind?” Is he kidding? Who needs smokes and booze when I can buy kosher peanut cluster-buster cereal? “How long have you been in the United States?” About…
