There are days when I don’t feel like thinking about food. Today is one of them. My mind is on Leiby Kletsky and his poor family living through every parent’s worst nightmare.

What can I say? Nothing, really except that perhaps we can honor Leiby’s memory by reflecting the blessing of being a parent and hugging our kids extra hard and loving them, even when they seem unlovable.

May Hashem console the Kletsky family and bring Moshiach speedily.