Beating the Pans Time Again…

Changing over a kitchen for the holiday of Passover happened when I got married. It may seem crazy to change over dish ware for a one week holiday but for a gal who didn’t want to keep kosher all year round it made the ordeal feasible. One week I could fathom. Future children would at least be exposed to keeping kosher in case they wanted to follow more orthodox traditions when they had their own families.

My mother-in -law helped me out since she had earned a set of china at her bank ( You know some supermarkets have that dish set incentive sometimes) and begifted them for our holiday dish set. Throughout the years the holiday preparation became more organized with 5 boxes housing all the necessary supplies.

Favorite part for the kiddos

I try to switch out dishes not more than 2 days ahead of the seder but the cooking supplies come out earlier as the baking/cooking begins. I made matzoh balls when I returned from Milwaukee’s shopping trip and froze them. (I swear I visited 5 different stores to get everything on my list and still needed to go buy fresh veggies upon my return).

Spring cleaning has also begun in earnest. Thank heavens for a self cleaning oven which took care of itself on Sunday while I did other chores.

This morning since the dog awoke me earlier than usual the eggs got boiled and the grill smoked the brisket. It’s still finishing up in the oven and will be sliced once it cools a bit. Potato kugel and the charoset (for the symbolic Seder plate) also on the agenda for today.

Look at that sparkling oven…

How do folks ever fix holiday meals all in one day?

I even set the table a day ahead.

I’m meshugena (crazy) enough even splitting up the tasks…

One thought on “Beating the Pans Time Again…

  1. One of my fondest memories of Seder, especially for a Gentile living on the West Bank was the bakery. Not that I had a sweet tooth, but living abroad and having an opportunity to have real coffee and pastry (coffee shops were basically unheard of in the states outside of big cities) was the light of my morning. I remember looking down at the glass case and seeing matzo bread everywhere…not big flaky crossiants or chocolate raised donuts but this flat bread with frosting plied in the middle. I mean there was matzo cakes, matzo cookies, matzo petite-fours. Alas..I was not going to let that frosting go wasted and I let myself indulge. Well it wasn’t the same texture or even the same flavors but it was something genuinely different. By the time Passover was long gone I still had memories of this times and the work of bakers and mothers preparing for the time of Seder. And for a Gentile, memories of those times made me appreciate where I was and the journeys people take as refugees all over the planet everyday of every year. Keep working on those pots and dishes Karen..its a good way to connect with people everywhere.


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