Anyone else a fan of the wonderful children's book, Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs? It has nothing to do with this post but it does provide a nice title for it and allows me to refer you back to my recipe for matzoh balls, which, naturally, graced our soup last night. Had the distinct pleasure of celebrating the first night of Passover at our daughter's apartment, which happens to be around the corner from where my mother was born in Brooklyn. For those whose parents have passed on, you know how powerful and comforting such connections are.
And while we're on the subject, praise to the web. Someone (who could that be?) failed to bring the basic equipment for the Passover seder, namely the haggadahs, the order of service that tells you when to dip the parsley and how soon you can make the haroseth and horseradish "sandwiches," our family's fave. Thus I had to do a crash search online to print out something suitable for the assembled masses. Guess what? Slate has a two-minute, two-page "Passover service for the impatient" (hilarious) and many other sites provide simplified (and modern) haggadahs. We made do and something about the simplicity and makeshift nature of our "supplies" was in keeping with this very moving and universal story of perseverance and freedom.