My kitchen counters are covered with silver foil, my stovetop is spotless, and my cabinets are filled with boxes of matzo and jars of jelly. I'm not quite sure how this happened. Maybe I blacked out for a few hours and the Pesach fairy waved her magic wand. All I know is that despite my best efforts NOT to make Pesach this year, 3000 years of tradition have apparently guilted me into it. Damn.
Well, I suppose I have no choice but to surrender to the inevitable.
And so, I'd like to wish all my blog friends a very happy and healthy Pesach. May your seders be short and sweet, may your children not ask for $400 Afikomen presents, and may your intestines survive the onslaught. See you next week!