On Sunday night I took surreptitious pictures of our Passover Seder. We used the most delicate Passover dishes and this year as my grandfather called out the ten plagues, I managed to keep up and dropped ten tiny stains on my plate.
I managed to drink all four glasses of wine as well. Elijah must have helped me a bit.
Once again my internal glutton squashed my internal photographer and by the time the camera came out, my matzoh ball soup was gone.
In a tribute to my father, I put salt in my soup without even tasting it first. I'm sure it needed it.
And while I spent most of the weekend anticipating this brisket and tzimmes, braised together in an incredibly tender, flavouful and unphotogenic heap,
the real reason I made the five-hour journey to London was to hear my grandfather sing.
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Posted by: MBT Shoes | July 16, 2011 at 10:39 AM
Katie, this was just a completely lovely post...photos and stories...and because Ri was fighting the flu last weekend, i made dinner, matzoh balls, chicken broth from scratch, haroset, fish from Harbard bakery, bbq boneless leg of lamb, Tsimmis, potato kugel, then a chocolate mousse cake to celebrate Rachel's birthday...and will have to imagine how grampa sounded as he was singing. We invited Art and Alan to join us and among the nine of us we made joyful noises!
big hugs and much love
Posted by: dad | April 26, 2008 at 10:13 PM
this was the most touching thing. I cried.
Posted by: daccia | April 23, 2008 at 10:42 PM