Passover Memories 30Mar2010

Ahh Passover. Such fond memories of smiling around the table with all of my colorful and happy relatives of my mother's side in Southern California. Everyone was always happy to be there, to eat delicious turkey and fatty food, matza ball soup, matza with butter or margarine, chopped-up apple-nut and cinnamon charoset, hearty bread, red wine, soda... Even when some people had rougher years, we all ended up having a great time, a delightful occasion when Aunt Elizabeth stormed around her kitchen as a woman possessed on a mission, sometimes supplemented by my mother, all too eager to assist with the monumental task of dishing out plate after plate of food to over a dozen hungry and welcoming family members.

It's 01:25, and this post will be revised and expanded. There's so much more.