Here’s what’s coming’ down the road:
Passover is taking over our local Fairway. Surprising actually. As a kid it was slim pickings in the grocery store for our eight days of Passover. In Toronto my grandparents prepped their house carefully. Our aunts prepped their houses carefully and we were not old enough to rebel and then we had no thoughts of rebellion, but now, I can watch and make it my own.
As a kid though I would have been in heaven with the freedom of choices that now exists in Passover foods- cakes, candies, chips, drinks… but of course, the staple is matzo and if bread is bloating well hang on to your hat… matzo tastes good, great at first but the novelty loses its fun fast and problems of digestion happen.
I’m going to try and stay away from it- resist!
But sitting around family tables are the best. Sadly, we won’t be in Ellenville for first night and we’ll miss Naz and his parents, but Eliana will still be around with her mom and dad and the rest of the Kaplan-Goldman clan and I’ll love it.
But first night is with the Rosenbergs. Light on the ceremony but the table will be covered with great holiday faves and then they are all off to Israel while we head for home.
Somehow I don’t remember how much fun I have on holidays but I know I will. I just have to watch what I eat at the feasts where there are no boundaries, no limit to the number of sides and desserts. But then, I bring the fruit salad prepared just for me by ShopRite.