Hello Bubbie
This weekend, our big, happy interfaith family (OK, our three-person, two-Jew, one-pretty-much-nothing family) celebrated Passover at two (2) seders. We hosted neither. And yet, somehow, Judybat ended up spending alllll day Saturday and alllll day Sunday cooking. Not to sound like I'm not in the Pesach spirit but, um, what the heck? This was the year we were supposed to be relaxing and settling in and mooching off the good will and charity of our Semitic neighbors. But Judybat, my sweet, good-natured, never-stubborn Judybat, is both Jewish AND Italian. Which means she loves to cook. And she needs to cook. It's how she shows her love. And eating her food is, of course, how you show you love her. If you're smart.
You'd think making one thing would be enough to prove that she's both a loving, caring, incredibly warm person and a well-mannered guests. Here's the list of items Judybat offered up for the weekend: Almond macaroons, matzoh ball soup, fried eggplant with yummy green sauce, chocolate macaroons. (Those were The Boy's favorite: "Too cuh-kee, too cuh-kee!") I'm not really complaining, just noting that this is one many eccentricities I've learned to live with. And I do benefit: Last night, even though we were cranky with each other for some reason I've forgotten already, she made me a tuna melt on matzoh.
Elijah himself never had it so good.
posted by AnnaRay at 11:55 AM
9 Comments:
what about matzoh brownies? mmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Actually, our hosts at the second seder -- the one next door, not the one with seven lesbian mommies three blocks away -- made this dessert that involved coating the matzoh with some sort of kosher caramel and chocolate. I never thought it was possible to gain weight during Passover, but . . .
Caroline made that caramel/chocolate matzoh thing , about 4 batches of it. MMMMMmmmm Good.
Just to remind you that Passover, like most all Jewish holidays are about the same thing. 1. They tried to kill us 2. They failed 3. Let's eat. (I can't take credit for that, it belongs to some NY writer talking about some annual NYC Purim bash.) So whether it's at your house or not, for the rest of your life you can count on the days before Passover, Rosh Hashananah, Chanukah ( and now Purim cause the little guy's gotta don his costume as Hamen or whoever, NOT Queen Esther) being devoted to food. Lots of food being cooked. There's never a year where cooking won't happen, or so I've found out with this year's addition of green chiles in the matzoh balls and homemade gefilte fish.
We've always gotten away with simply bringing multiple bottles of mid-shelf kosher wine -- not easily purchased in Northeastern PA. I highly recommend that. Bringing the non-Manishevitz booze scores maximum points, but takes little effort. Always my goal.
Gefilte fish is DISgusting. Maybe that's the goy in me talking, but I don't think so.
AR has forbidden me to make that caramel matzoh thing. She said, "whatever that thing is where you turn matzoh into a Heath bar - don't ever do that. It's dangerous."
And Newman, if I don't cook for people, how will they know I love them? I think the wine thing only works when you're kitchen could fit inside a toaster oven.
AR has forbidden me to make that caramel matzoh thing. She said, "whatever that thing is where you turn matzoh into a Heath bar - don't ever do that. It's dangerous."
And Newman, if I don't cook for people, how will they know I love them? I think the wine thing only works when you're kitchen could fit inside a toaster oven.
I mean your kitchen. How do you edit these durned comments?
It's sort of refreshing that my brilliant, sweet, talented, funny wife can make gourmet meals, install a toilet and design a computer game that lets you decipher the boy's babblings . . . but she can't figure out how to trash her comments and start over when she makes a mistake.
That's love, right?
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