u/easierthanbaseball

I don’t.

I miss some of the frum brands for instant coffee, pickles, etc… even frozen gefilte fish. Usually I go to New York because I know where to go. Ive been to Toronto but not frum Toronto. What’s a good heimish grocery store there?

Entschuldigung, mein Deutsch ist schlecht. Ich habe in Bayern gewonnt wann ich war ein Kind. Ich habe gern gelbwurst aber ich esse nicht kein Schweinefleisch jetzt. Letztes Jahr habe ich erstmal probieren Geflügel gelbwurst in Deutschland. Ich habe das gesucht hier in Amerika aber ich kann es nicht finden. Ich bin sehr traurig über das. Ich wünschte kochen Geflügel gelbwurst aber auf Google finde ich keine Rezepte— vielleicht finde ich nichts weil ich suche ein Rezept auf Englisch. Alle Rezepten sind für Schweinefleisch. Können Sie mir helfen? Ich weiß, dass die meiste Leute können es kaufen so ich verstehe ob niemand ein Rezept für Das hat. Aber danke euch alle für eure Geduld mit mein deutsch. Meine Großmutter würde sich für mich schämen haha

Im looking for the poultry version of my favorite German sausage. Swan’s doesnt have it. Any ideas of where else to look? I will absolutely travel for it, ideally within the US so I can bring a stash home, but I will absolutely drive to Toronto or elsewhere in Canada to gorge myself on it if that’s the only option.

There’s a good amount of debate over whether or not the group I was in is a cult. Ive been out for at least a decade. Something on Reddit cued me back to the memories of being pressured into standing on street corners trying to hand out recruitment items and materials. Like other times these memories are cued up, I had a wave of strong disgust and disbelief that I went from college educated modern woman to covered head to toe recruiting for the group on street corners. How do I get over that visceral shock and disgust? Ive been in therapy and made so much progress but some memories, like this one, still have so much charge.

You can skip the next paragraph, it’s just context and thinking out loud.

The more I tell the story to people unaffiliated with the group or the religion the group is housed within, the more culty it sounds. I was groomed and recruited as a vulnerable teenager, leaving an abusive home and away in college. I was swayed with “scholarships” to their education programs, travel, free meals, a home like environment with people who “cared” about me and my spiritual well-being. Slowly I was isolated as people from the group became my friends, coworkers, landlords, etc. I studied in their seminaries on scholarship, moved to their enclave, and started the semi-arranged marriage process— thankfully got out before marriage and babies. I was afraid of losing my job and housing and community if I wore the wrong clothes, ate the wrong food, or asked the wrong questions. The charismatic leader was dead, but a smaller faction within the group believed he was secretly still alive and waiting for us to be “good enough” and to recruit enough people to then reveal himself as the messiah and usher in the messianic era. I wasn’t told this until halfway through my full year in seminary, but suddenly my scholarship that covered room and board was contingent on going out on street corners with materials about the group and approaching people to recruit them. I am so shy and introverted, and so remember literally shaking and feeling nauseous but eventually dissociating and feeling echoey and like I was watching my body from above as I put on a sociable mask and began approaching people, trying to offload my materials sooner so we could go back to the dorm sooner.

This doesn’t feel as momentous because Ive been consumer debt free for years, but my student loans were forgiven under public service loan forgiveness.

I was introduced to DR in the midst of a crisis. I wasn’t in consumer debt, but I wasn’t saving the way I needed to be and most of my funds went to healthcare and small conveniences. Im not great at tracing every dollar now, but doing that religiously when I started out was so helpful.

Ive increased my income, Im finally contributing an appropriate amount towards retirement. I have an emergency fund. Im saving for my first car in cash (learned to drive later in life). Im saving for a down payment on a home. And I’m within a year of both of those goals.

I couldn’t have imagined this a few years ago. It’s not perfect, but I feel so much mkre in control of my money.

The loan forgiveness was the icing on the cake. I feel like I have a future to look forward to, not just a black hole of financial anxiety.