Tag Archives: Pesach

national poetry month

Thought I’d better get this in before it isn’t April any more. I think next year, the whole month of April’s posts should be in poetry. I’d be pretty proud if I could manage it. This poem I stumbled on … Continue reading

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the shikse makes charoset—and Elijah likes it

I had the chutzpah to challenge Mira to a charoset-off. Uff da. Continue reading

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anyone who is hungry, let them come and eat

The tzaddik grew up in the Bronx, across from Yankee Stadium. That must say a lot about him, but I’m not sure what exactly. His family lived in a shvitzy little apartment, overcrowded with uncles and cousins and such. That … Continue reading

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the very best sephardi charoset ever, hashisha candy, and the religion of labor

I mean, it’s not really chauvinistic to admit when something is without question and beyond doubt just the very best, right? This is something that can be tested empirically.  Blind taste test, right? Well, actually not.  There’s the nostalgia factor. … Continue reading

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bondage, sephardi style

I have heard this bit every single Pesach of my life when my mother has been present.  And when she wasn’t, I’ve taken it upon myself to tell it myself (albeit a short short version).  All my stories are the … Continue reading

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