(NEW YORK TIMES) Erik Antes spent most of Sunday, the day before the start of Passover, on the phone behind the counter at BenZ’s Gourmet in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, fielding frantic phone calls.

“Yes, yes, I understand; I’m sorry, we’re all out,” Mr. Antes, the store manager, said into the receiver. “I’m sorry. I’m very sorry. Next year, maybe.”

Mr. Antes hung up and let out a long sigh. “I really feel for these people,” he said. “I’m not crazy about it, but for most of us, what’s Passover without gefilte fish?”

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