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!
7 comments:
Chag Kosher V'Sameach
Can you send Pesach Fairy to our house next week when we need to turn our kitchen back again?
Chag Sameach.
Chag Sameach!
Leora, LOL!
So what time did your seders end? Mine - first night - early (started early - had a table of late 80's/early 90 year olds)
Second night - we left at 1am - just as they were starting the second half (and the kids were still up, not very coherent, but up.)
Chag Sameach to you and your family too.
Chag sameach.
Thank you all for the good wishes.
I could have used a visit from the Pesach fairy, too.
As it is, our kitchen is coated in plastic wrap, the food's been put away, and we're living on fried matzah.
Chag Sameach!
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