Yesterday I realized Passover was upon me and I was unprepared. To be honest, I’m always unprepared for Passover. My husband is Jewish. I am not, so when it comes to the Jewish holidays I’m always playing catch up.
When I dragged my husband away from the gritty streets of NYC to the rainy streets of PDX I probably should have given more thought to my general unpreparedness to host Jewish holidays but I didn’t. No longer would we be able to be guests at the Passovers of people who actually knew what they were doing. Mrs. Garbin, remember how you told me to pay attention so someday I could host my own? I really should have listened to you.
It wasn’t until our first Passover in Portland that I realized (gasp) the holiday was near and we had nowhere to go. I thought of Mrs. Garbin and decided to host my first Seder dinner. The first order of business was to purchase the Haggadah which gives specific instructions on the religious part of the dinner. I read it, highlighted it and handed it to my husband.
“What’s this?” he asked. I should have known I was in trouble but I persevered.
The highlights of that first Portland Seder were as follows:
-My husband’s observation he was the only Jew in attendance;
-the afikomen hunt (“honey, why are there Matzoh crackers scattered all over the dining room?”); and
-Child #1’s repeated assertions that “Daddy’s not Jewish, he’s black”. We’re not sure why but Child #1 has long been convinced that her father is African American which would be fine if he was, but, you know, he’s not.
Anyway, it turns out that I spent the first night of Passover 2011 watching Glee with my husband. I’ll be hosting an Easter brunch this Sunday but I’m considering serving brisket and matzoh ball soup.