R' Yissachar Dov of Radshitz zy"a related the following story:
When I was younger I exiled myself from town to town. I would never stay too long in one place. One night I found myself staying in the home of a baker. In the middle of the night I got up to say Tikun Chatzos. I was about to start when I heard the baker release such a deep Krechtz, such a poweful sigh that it shook my whole being. I began to do Teshuva on how in all of my Galus I never reached such a powerful place of empathizing with Tzar Ha'Shechinah.
Then I heard how the baker's wife asked him why he was moaning so intensely, to which he replied, "How long will you keep feeding me boiled potatoes over and over! I'm simply dying for a cheeze blintz!"
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