It’s kind of funny, but our Christian forefathers remind me of that plague of locust from before the first Passover, how they went through cultures and claimed the holidays for themselves. It’s pretty smart, but unfortunately we have all this excess stuff still clinging to it all. As much as I love hard-boiled eggs, I feel like I want to have a traditional Jewish Passover meal and connect my history to that rather. A couple of years ago I got some lamb even, but I used some lame recipe from The Joy of Cooking or something. Not to knock the book, because there are actually some nice, easy-to-follow recipes in it, but the lamb one sucked. Yeah, and well, it might have been, too, that I got the cheapest and most unidentifiable cut I could find. Anyway, maybe I’ll have to get some tips from some of my Jewish friends for some matza ball soup!

HAPPY REMEMBERANCE OF THE RESURRECTION OF OUR SAVIOR DAY!!!

… Well, I guess “Easter” would be easier to say when one’s mouth is full of Peeps and fudge.