As a parent raising a Jewish family away from my hometown, I find myself feeling a little unglued and very melancholic.
I miss the chaos of the seder meals from my youth.
I miss listening to my grandmother recite the prayers and my mother sing the holiday songs.
I miss the frenzy when we were allowed to finally get up from the table to search for the hidden pieces of matzoh (Afikomen) around the house.
These past two years, I feel so honored to have an all access pass to Mom’s celebrated Passover recipes I categorized in the “Jewish Judy” tab of the My Judy the Foodie binder. I can’t believe that this year for the first time, we’re mooching off families both nights of the seder meal. While I’m not hosting the actual meal, cooking Mom’s dishes continues to keep her spirit omnipresent in my kitchen and our lives. It also fills the conspicuous void that seems ever so deep during the holiday time. [Read more...]