This is the week before Passover. If you don’t know about Passover, it’s about religious freedom and tells the story of the Jews’ exodus from Egypt. If you don’t know Passover, you don’t know about what matzo can do to you after 8 days. If you don’t know Passover, you don’t know the joy of a meal with four mandated glasses of wine.
The big meal to kick off the 8-day holiday is a Seder. Seder means ‘order.’ No, this does not mean we can order people to do stuff. The meal and readings and ceremonial dipping and tasting and drinking is all in a very specific order.
I love having family together. This year, it’s parts of our family. Not as many as usual. But we’re lucky that some of our friends will be joining us.
In fact, all 23 of them will be here in 140 hours and I haven’t planned the menu yet. I haven’t made the chicken soup (a necessity as far as I’m concerned) and I haven’t even bough the matzo.
More later. I’d better get moving. Time to get those recipes that a friend faxed over (thanks!) and the New York Times Passover cookbook (awesome) and all those clippings from years past.
Come to think of it, in preparation, I might even open a bottle of wine.