Aunt Annette’s Gefilte Fish

When I was growing up, I didn’t like gefilte fish. I didn’t like its robust assertiveness and I certainly didn’t like the gelatinous juices spooned over it. As a result, I spent eighteen years not eating some of the most glorious gefilte fish ever to grace a holiday table. Our family’s gefilte fish maker was my aunt Annette Farber (the same Annette who had such a way with matzo balls and strudel—) and her fish had the bold flavors of a Beethoven symphony. She achieved this effect by grindin