As Jewish people go, we take the "ish" part pretty seriously, but Passover is a different story. Passover is without a doubt my favorite holiday all year. I love the group of neighborhood Jews that have become my family, everyone's separate traditions melting together into one crazy night. Singing the mah nishtanah, dipping my finger in wine for the plagues, choking on horseradish, I love it all, but everyone knows what seder is really about. Like all Jewish holidays, it's about the food.
We've gotten very good at delegating, creating a Passover feast that comes from many kitchens but works together perfectly. My mom handles eggs, celery and parsley, charoset, and cake, and everything else is brought from neighbors into our one-butt kitchen.
The food starts with necessities: celery or parsley (think spring, new growth), hard-boiled eggs (life, rebirth), salt water to dip (tears), horseradish (pain, suffering), matzo. Charoset, gefilte fish, matzo ball soup. By this point, everyone is full. But the meal hasn't started yet. Next is brisket, chicken with apricots and dates, tsimmes, asparagus, green beans, and salad. And though you don't think you could possibly eat any more, you have a slice of my mom's amazing cake, because no one could ever turn down her hazelnut torte. (And I'm posting pictures of that separately, so check back soon!)
And to close, a question for you: How do you tell which one is the gefilte fish when they're all swimming in the ocean?
Ten points to whoever answers correctly first!