The chance to be constipated for a week from the deadly combination of matzo, hard-boiled eggs and potato kugel!
The once-a-year opportunity to submit to a long, long, long and very long explanation of the symbolism behind the food you are about to eat (and no Emeril).
But beyond all the piddly inconveniences, Passover has always been, at least for me, a sort of Jewish Thanksgiving. ..a chance to sit down with loved ones and remember the ancient story of Moses (before Charlton Heston ... although he's pretty ancient now, too, not to mention heavily armed) ... and to give thanks for just being there, eating a ton of food and feeling the good company around you..
Plus ... the chocolate covered macaroons are awesome!!
This first night seder was my first Passover with Zora, my soon-to-be-5-year-old goddaughter, as guest. I can't say Zora was impressed with the seder. I think she far preferred using my antique leather furniture as a trampoline. But she loved, loved, loved the hard-boiled eggs.
Go figure.
Zora's folks managed to actually find -- GASP -- decent kosher wine, which was enough right there to give thanks over. Adeena came over with her 4-year-old blonde vixen, Saphia, to give Zora a trampoline mate, and my two cats cringed in terror behind the bed.
All in all, a very successful seder.
So after al the folks left and I plowed through the mountain of dishes, threw myself on the bed (minus the terrorized cats) and flipped on the news.
"Passover massacre!" read the anchor.
"Nineteen Israelis died, 100 are injured from a Palestinian suicide bombing at a Passover seder."
My heart and the taste of undigested matzo ball soup rose in my throat.
Women, children -- innocent lives who had joined together to share this first night of Passover in peace and harmony -- murdered, maimed, forever terrorized and for what?!??!?! To help the Palestinian cause??
To help the Palestinian cause do what???
Anoint themselves as murderers ... as cowards ... as full out SCUMBAGS!!
I'm sick of this.
I've had it.
I'm tired of trying to be kind and understanding and open minded.
You want to walk into a Passover seder and murder innocent people while they're in prayer and now you want my sympathy for your cause.
Well, I was sympathetic. WAS, as in past tense.
Now I'm just disgusted.
This is Rossi with my not-so-PC Passover rant, and I'm here to say to all suicide bombers:
Go fuck yourselves.
