Thursday night I made the chopped liver (with chicken schmaltz of, course…amazing how easy it was to get chicken fat on the Upper Westside; yay! but I digress.) Yesterday I made the brisket and the carrot tzimmes. Ann picked up gefilte fish at Zabars and tonight we are having our first Passover Seder in our new home. Amen.
For me, Passover is filled with memories of my large extended family descending upon my grandparents, Harry and Bertha Sinkin, and hearing The Story of Passover. And of course, overeating in what was a very hot apartment. (Perhaps all that salt and fat had an effect on my personal thermostat, but I’m telling you it was HOT!…. Sorry, I digressed again.)
Passover is the story of the Exodus. It is the story of how the Jewish people were freed from bondage and led out of Egypt by Moses and God. Whether you are religious or not, the retelling of The Story is an expression of gratitude for all that we have versus what could have been. And it is a story shared with loved ones, family, friends, even total strangers.
I am grateful. Ann and I are finally settled in NYC in OUR HOME! Our daughter Ashley is a newly licensed Occupational Therapist working in New York and loving it! Our baby, Jonathan, is graduating from college and on his way to graduate school (perhaps Cornell? Just got off the phone with him….HE GOT INTO CORNELL!!!!!!!!!!!)
Our first Seder in NYC. Not bad. No not bad at all.