They say that you become a “Jewish adult” when you have your Bar or Bat Mitzvah at age 13. I learned this week that is not the case. You really become a Jewish adult when you host your first Passover Seder, which we did this year.
For those of you not as familiar, Passover is the Jewish holiday celebrating our liberation from slavery in Egypt thousands of years ago. It fits the formula of many Jewish holidays: They tried to kill us, we survived, let’s eat.
The experience of preparing for the Seder could be compared to a traditional song from the Seder itself, Dayenu. Dayenu means “It would have been enough.”
Had we just bought a 5-pound box of Matzah, Dayenu.
Had we just made our own chicken broth, Dayenu.
Had we just made our own Matzah balls, Dayenu.
Had we just cooked 2 giant 6-pound briskets from Costco, Dayenu.
Had we just prepared and arranged 20+ hard boiled eggs, salt water, parsley, horseradish, and a shank bone, Dayenu.
We ended up hosting a full-fledged Seder for 15 of our closest friends, and it was both the most ambitious and most rewarding party I’ve ever hosted. It took a good two and a half days to prep everything from the food to the table and the Haggadah – the book containing readings, prayers and the story of Passover. Ours was written and designed by my good friend Laura and her dad, which made it quite special.
Our friends are amazing to say the least, and brought some delicious and critical components of the Seder, like Rob and Adrienne’s wine, Amy and Dana’s Charoset, Erica’s potatoes, Laura’s Matzah Kugel, and an array of desserts from Erin, Laura, Galina and Allison. Not only did they bring fabulous food, but a few of our amazing, over-achieving friends were nice enough to stay and help with the dishes!
Until we eat again,
Two Happy Cooks