I loved Passover as a child. To me, the holiday represented the most beautiful traditions of faith and family. At one point in time, our Passover Seder boasted 4-generations of family (sometimes upwards of 35 people) sitting around the festive table, singing, celebrating, questioning our Jewish heritage. The abundance Jewish holiday food was just as memorable as the meaningful dinnertime service. A week before the first night of Passover, Mom would begin the act of clearing the house of "Chametz" (bread and flour). And then, she'd start … [Read more...]