Saved by the bell

It finally dawned on me that some of the accounting classes that my husband teaches are in "Black-Hat" Brooklyn.  So I asked him to save me from hamantaschen deprivation, and he was kind enough to take a side trip to Pomegranate kosher supermarket this afternoon between classes. Thanks to him, I can now celebrate Purim with my own stock of Katz gluten-free apricot hamantaschen.  My hero!