Passover is my favorite Jewish holiday. What’s not to love?
It’s your religious duty to drink 4 brimming glasses of wine (and it no longer
needs to be the sickly sweet Manischewitz kind), you eat a huge meal … while
reclining and it’s a mitzvah (good deed) to welcome all those who are hungry or don't have a seder to come join in yours. The modern day interpretation of this is inviting those who don’t celebrate
Passover into your home to share in the meal and retelling of history.
| Ingredients for ceviche |
But more than anything, I love the story of Passover. Sure, it’s the story of triumph over
evil, perseverance in the face of insurmountable odds, it’s about faith and a
plan that’s bigger than all of us and it’s about community and our place within
it. It's about challenging ourselves to think about the 21st century things that enslave us and fight for our freedom. But every year, I
discover something new in the unspoken words within the story that stick with me. Recently, I learned that the correct translation of “go in peace” is actually, “go
towards peace.” I think essentially this is what G-d and Moses were aiming for
with the Israelites - go toward the land of milk and honey that will give you
the peace you need to live as you want to live. The year that I learned that
Miriam, Moses sister, led the Israelites in the dessert with singing, dancing
and a knack for finding water helped me feel closer to the story
(up to that point, I had only heard the voices of men in the story). Or last
year, when I realized that Moses didn’t just lead the Israelites out of
slavery, he organized them, shaping them into a nation. He made them realize
their own power, gave them confidence to use their voice and guided them when
they were going astray. These are the discoveries that fill your spiritual cup to the brim.
| Salmon Ceviche |
But, here’s what I don’t love about Passover … the desserts.
For all that is good in baking, ending a meal with a processed coconut macaroon
that comes out of a can and has no expiration date, is not satisfying. Come to think of it, I also wasn't that fond of the 1st course. I have distinct memories of gefilte fish coming out of a jar and my grandmother
asking for more jelly on her plate. Or, as my brother and I called it, “snot.”
Although I like gefilte fish, minus the snot, it’s not my favorite part of a
Passover meal.
It wasn’t until we started the “Functional Friends Seder”
with dear friends in Washington, DC that I started experimenting with different
options at the Passover table. While I started with dessert, my girlfriend who organized the Functional
Friends Seder and was on the same quest to re-invent the Seder meal, started
with the main dish. She created a delicious Moroccan Pastille – filo dough
filled with cinnamon and spice infused shredded chicken, baked then topped
with more cinnamon and powdered sugar. Delicious? Yes. Kosher for Passover? Absolutely not.
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| My grandmother |
Several years later, my husband and I spent Passover with my
family in Paris. I watched my cousin as she made what was essentially matzo meal
beignets drizzled in a fresh orange juice and honey simple syrup. It was a recipe my
grandmother made in Algeria for Passover and having lived with my grandmother for several years, my cousin learned it from her.
When I asked my cousin for the recipe she quickly rattled if
off to me ... in French. It was at the moment I realized that as decent as my
French is, my ability to understand numbers, measurements in grams and then
convert them to ounces was non-existent. I thought the memory of this sweet, yet
citrusy, dessert was permanently exiled to the place in my brain reserved for delicious food memories never to be heard from again.
| Sfereet |
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