Monday, March 29, 2010

Of Pastry Dough and Eggs

And so, here we are, erev Pesach. Alright, it took me slightly longer than 18 minutes to clean and get ready for this holiday. A oversight I plan to remedy for next year, to be sure. Some highlights of the past week in Roseland:

1. We went on our shul's annual Shabbat HaGadol Retreat. It was held in a youth hostel in Yerucham, otherwise known as The Pastry Dough Capital of the World. We feasted on potatoes wrapped in pastry dough, cheese wrapped in pastry dough, soy dogs wrapped in pastry dough, and even pastry dough wrapped in pastry dough.
The highlight, at least for the kiddies, were the awesome bunkbeds in our room. Kids on top, grownups on bottom. By the end of Shabbat, Yaakov was climbing up and down like a pro. (Well, sort of.) The kids had all their friends there, and Ariella spent Shabbat either hopscotching or playing "goomi" - aka Chinese jumprope - and Yaakov, as to be expected, spent much time engaged in "shtuyot" with his friend Eitan. We all had a really nice time, though I'm not terribly broken up over not being able to eat borekas for the next week.

2. We found an untoothpicked folding chair on Friday. This nearly reduced me to tears. (I guess this is more of a lowlight.) You see, I had already crossed folding chairs off my to do list! What was I going to do - uncross it off???? Never! I'd rather burn it. Luckily, Donny stepped in and cleaned it this morning.

Well, I had many more thoughts earlier in the day, but as we ebb closer and closer to the holiday, they have flown out of my head, to be replaced by images of matzah meal and eggs. I bought lots of eggs this year. Lots. How many? Let's just say we could egg you all into oblivion and still have enough left for cooking all of the various matzah-meal-and-egg delicacies we will be consuming over the next week. Matzah meal and eggs...fried! Matzah meal and eggs...boiled! Matzah meal and eggs....baked! When the kids called the Pesach rolls "matzah balls" I started to correct them, but just gave up. They're not wrong.

Anyway, I should get back to the pyramids.

Wishing all of our loyal readers a chag full of kashrut and simchah. And, of course, eggs.


Risa said...

I'll leave a comment as I finish my last bit of chametz. A lot of shuls do a shabbos hagadol luncheon, but a whole shabbbos retreat, wow! What a good idea. I used to love the game of chinese jumprope. (Wait- is that term p.c.?Perhaps it should be called Asian jumprope?)I am glad to hear that little kids are still playing the game. I think that the Hebrew name for the game is from the same word for rubber (goomie) or hairband (goomia), which makes sense because the game is played with a huge elastic. Best wishes for a kitniyot-free Pesach. Aaron and I were recently discussing with friends if in a couple of generations, everyone in Israel will be allowed to eat kitniyot. Any thoughts?

Baila said...

We called the game "rubber"--perhaps not so politically correct either. And I hope to G-d Kitniyot will become the law of the land....

Have a very restful chag, Gila.

Isobel Phillips said...

In the UK, we called it "French Skipping". What's with all these foreigners jumping anyway?

And I had never heard of the whole kitniyot thing before I came here. I still don't get it. But my reasoning is that my mother's family were Sephardi and as it's the women who do the cooking ...