Pesach adventures

If it seems like I've been talking about holidays A LOT lately, you're right! It's major holiday season over at the Starr household. It seems that it was only yesterday when I was happily hoarding my mounds of candy from Purim, and now the kitchen is all cleaned and scrubbed for Passover, the leftover cookies and cakes from Purim donated to Ike down the hall.

This photo is from last year, but the view hasn't changed much:


Hmmm-where did I put those mixing bowls last year? They're quite nice, aren't they?

Aluminum foil. A (Pesach) girl's best friend.

As you can see.


Pesach, aka Passover, is where we celebrate the Jews being freed after hundreds of years of slavery in Egypt. At the seder, I'm always amazed at the many stories of redemption in Jewish history--the many, many incidents where you wouldn't think we'd make it out, but we did. Since my grandparents are both Holocaust survivors who actually experienced losing their freedom for several years, seeing them read the words of the seder has extra meaning.

As I read in article recently, Pesach is G-d's way of telling us: I saved you. And I will save you again. (from Chabad.org)

And if I drop off the face of the earth for the next few days (unless you're in brooklyn, in which case, come say hi!), you now know why! On the first and last days of Pesach we follow similar rules to the Sabbath, where we don't use the computer, write, etc. Just a whole lot of quality time:)

And since I'm digging around my house for ideas, what's YOUR favorite non-wheat snack?