The 8 long days of Passover are coming up.
And they start with the Seder (the Jesus Last Supper for the non-Jews), which is the telling of the story of Passover and the Exodus from Egypt. Shocking how few people know that.
But no bread or leavened stuff for 8 days. It takes creativity. And a lot of matza (the recipe looks good) and for me, salads.
Some more recipes for the Seder from NY’s Mile High Deli which is carving out quite the reputation in the city. Now I gotta try it.
Anyway, that’s not what I want to write about. More about how food is tied to memories, and I have a bunch of posts in the queue and gonna try to write more.
For me, Passover was about going to Bubbi and Zaidi’s with all the rest of the relatives, having a table that was just way too long, and going around reading the Haggadah.
And inevitably reading the Four Questions as I was the youngest for a while, and then still had to read them. And then tearing the house apart looking for the Afikoman, and getting anywhere from $10 to $20 for finding it. And then getting dessert which always was the apricot bars - Passover desserts sorta suck - and eating way too many of them.
But it’s one of those holidays that’s for family. And pretty sure there’s something in the Haggadah or Torah that talks about opening and inviting your house to those that don’t have a place to go, so our Arizona seders were always orphan seders.
All those years, my Bubbi took photos and recorded the seder. Wonder what ever happened to those tapes.
(via A Passover Menu from Mile End Deli)