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Posted by Nancy J. Cohen on April 8, 2012


Holidays are often associated with the special foods that we share together. Passover is one of these special events for me. I have fond memories of seders at our house where I grew up and of the various relatives who attended. At the time, my mother kept kosher, so the night before found us going through the house with a feather and a candle to search out any remaining bread crumbs (which my mother had placed there earlier). I don’t remember if she actually collected these in a cloth and burned them or just threw them out, but the ritual retains a place in my mind. She’d put out two entirely new sets of china dishes just for Pesach, one for dairy and one for meat.

Oh—maybe this is why I have four sets of good china?

Anyway, delicious aromas would fill the kitchen the next morning: chicken soup boiling in a large stockpot on the gas stove, brisket roasting, sweet potatoes baking. I’d help set the table and put the Haggadahs around, the prayer books that tell the story of the slave exodus from Egypt. My mother made up individual dishes of salt water to dip our hard boiled eggs in, and she roasted the symbolic bone herself for the seder plate.


Finally the hour would come when we all sat around the table, dressed for company and mouths watering for the feast that would follow. My uncle conducted the service, each person taking a turn reading a paragraph at a time, telling the story of Moses and the ten plagues that beset the Pharaoh’s people. We got to dip parsley in salt water as part of the ritual and ate Hillel’s sandwiches, a forkful of charoses and a bit of maror (bitter herbs served as horseradish) in between pieces of matzoh. I could eat the charoses—chopped apples, walnuts, and sweet grape wine—by itself. Finally, we came to the break when we could eat. All right!

Usually I ate my hardboiled egg first, slicing up chunks and dipping it in the salty water. The egg symbolizes eternal life. Next came a plate of gefilte fish artfully arranged on a bed of lettuce, with beet horseradish on the side. Matzoh ball soup was up next. Oh, so good. And then we come to the main dishes, brisket or roast chicken with tzimmes—a mashup of cooked sweet potatoes, carrots, and prunes—and a green vegetable. Some people might make matzoh or farfel stuffing. I can’t remember if we ate this or not. Dessert had to be flourless so this often consisted of macaroons, although nowadays you can buy almond cookies and cakes at the grocery store. I’m also fond of the candied “fruit” slices available at this time of year.

Stuffed to the gills, so to speak, we finished the seder service. I’d watch carefully Elijah’s cup of wine to see if the prophet drank from it when we opened the door for him. He must get pretty drunk by the end of the night, considering how many households he has to visit. We’re not immune, either, since we have to keep refilling our wine glasses (grape juice for kids) so as to meet the requirement of drinking four glasses of wine. Mostly this means topping off our glasses, but no wonder one of the Four Questions always asked by the youngest child is, “Why do we recline on this night and on no other night?” It’s because we’re too full and tipsy to move!

Just think, if you’re religious or have a lot of friends, you can do it again on the second night. Oy, vey. Hold the diet until next week!
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What are some of your food memories from either Easter or Passover?


8 Responses to “PASSOVER FEAST”

  1. One of my fondest memories from Passover is when our small off-base (but with military base ties) community would gather beforehand, at least those who could take off from work one day, and make homemade gefilte fish and haroses in preparation for a big gathering of 30-40 on the first Seder. One year, we learned that you do not want to use the garbage disposal to dispose of fish bones! Our hostess, a captain in the USAF, climbed into her crawl space with a long snaking plumber’s tool to clean it out. Still, it was worth it. The St. Petersburg gefilte fish recipe was absolutely the bomb! And the shmoozing over shared cooking chores and vegetarian pizza were only topped by seeing everyone enjoy the food as much as we enjoyed preparing it.

  2. Di, that must have been quite a gathering. I believe my grandmother made gefilte fish from scratch, but not my mother. As my cousin reminded me, she did make her own chopped liver appetizer. It’s nice that your community was able to get together that way.

  3. Religious and cultural traditions are so fascinating. Thanks for this yummy peek into how you celebrate the holiday!

  4. scrapgirl1467 said

    I hope you have a wonderful Passover and a terrific Seder the year! Although I am Catholic, one of my favorite memories is actually of the first Seder dinner I attended. I had moved to a new area in middle school and the area was largely made up of Jewish families. One of my new friends invited me to their Seder dinner. Their family was so nice and welcoming and they went out of their way to explain to me what was going on and what the meaning of each food, prayer, tradition, etc. . . was as we went through dinner. I found it so fascinating and I learned a lot. The food was delicious as well! They had us all try to find the hidden Matzoh, with a cash prize for each piece found. I had no idea where to look, so everyone took pity on me and basically led me to a hidden piece so I would feel included!

    It made such an impression on me, the kindness of this family and my new friend for including me and for teaching me about their beliefs and traditions. It is still one of my fondest memories to this day. Thanks for reminding me of that wonderful meal and the kindness of my friends.

    Happy Passover and Easter to all!

  5. Scrapgirl, that must have been an enlightening experience. And how nice that you were open to learning new things and respecting the traditions of others.

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  7. The Seder is one of my favorite holiday traditions. Thanks for sharing yours.

  8. And thanks for reading my blog, Madeline.

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