Early yesterday morning…
I couldn’t sleep on Tuesday night. Maybe I was just excited. So, at four-thirty I got up, flipped on Pandora, took a shower and headed to the kitchen to prep garlic and horseradish crusted roast beef, herb crusted rack of lamb, root vegetable broth for matzo ball soup (after the broth was done I mashed the softened vegetables with heavy cream so nothing was wasted–and it was so good!), unleavened bread, tomato salad, and matzoh dessert.
I wasn’t quiet, but these three managed to sleep through it.
Oh, and latkas! What’s a Feast without latkas?!
Late in the afternoon, we acknowledged Jesus’ death and adorned our doorway. The kiddos excitedly shouted to the neighbors, “That’s blood!” Sigh.
I didn’t grow up celebrating the biblical holidays, so this was the first Passover Seder my dad has ever led for us. What a special memory. Oh, and our wine and watered down grape juice just happened to be the same color. Don’t worry.
I surprised each of the kids with a lamb (who they each immediately named). I think this one is Elijah. We also had an Abraham and a Roxy.
1 Corinthians 10:1-4 (KJV)
Moreover, brethren, I would not that ye should be ignorant, how that all our fathers were under the cloud, and all passed through the sea; And were all baptized unto Moses in the cloud and in the sea; And did all eat the same spiritual meat; And did all drink the same spiritual drink: for they drank of that spiritual Rock that followed them: and that Rock was Christ.