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Ready, Set, Let’s Eat!

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So I’m done. Really, I am. Cleaning is done, shopping is done, and cooking is under way. (Cooking is never done.) I mean, Pesach happens whether you are ready or not, right? As I will be hosting the seders for the extended family, I have spent the last month scouring the internet and all my cookbooks, for new and...

Is It Pesach Yet?

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So by the time you read this, I will have “turned” my kitchen over, and will be happily cooking away, preparing my meals in advance for Pesach, so that I can relax and enjoy the Chag. Hahaha. One can dream. Reality check: I am actually in that twilight zone of desperately wanting to be done with kashering the kitchen, sealing the chametz cabinets, and starting to eat the “other” food. But I’m not quite there yet.

It is so hard being in the middle, hovering between chametz and kosher for Passover. You really can’t stay there. But, I say to myself, there is still another week. Another whole week ahead in which chametz can still be eaten. So I resist forging ahead, because...

A Wine’s Exodus: From Vine to Barrel

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Families and friends gather each year for the Seder meal to retell the incredible story of Pesach. From beginning to end, the story of Pesach reminds us of the hardships the Jewish people endured as slaves in Egypt thousands of years ago, following their pathway to freedom.

To accompany the storytelling, bottles of wine sit on the Seder table for drinking the customary four glasses of wine, each glass representing the four expressions used by God in describing the Jews’ redemption.

When drinking the symbolic four glasses of wine, one may wonder about the origins of the wine in their glass, or the exodus of wine. A bottle of wine may be purchased easily in a local market, but the...

Fish is a Four Letter Word

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Fish is a dirty word in my house. I have to think two or three times about whether I am willing to risk it. Who is going to eat, and who will not. When I finally bite the bullet and make it for dinner, I hold my breath until the news is made public. Then I breathe out and wait for the reaction. “Oh, fish?” Like it’s a big problem that needs consideration. “Hmm, fish? What are we going to do about that?” And of course there’s, “Why did you make fish??” When my kids were little, I used to refer to salmon as “salmon chicken,” thinking this would just get them to taste it. Nope. I even resorted to offering a set amount of money per bite. Nope. Oh, come on, just taste it...

Tackling the Dinner Monster

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Sometimes the hardest part about cooking dinner is simply knowing what to make. If someone could just tell you what to put on the table each night, half your problems would be solved. (Okay, maybe one of your problems.) You would know what ingredients to shop for, and you would be prepared to forge ahead and cook. Right? You would be ready to tackle the dinner monster.

Yes, sometimes I think of dinner as this undefeatable monster, lurking in the back of my brain, teasing and taunting me. It dances around my thoughts all day, pushing me to make a decision and commit to it. But I procrastinate. I hesitate and delay making that hard dinner decision because I overthink everything about it...

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