April 10, 2009
I went to a Passover Seder Dinner Wednesday night. It put me in touch with my inner Jewishness. All the talk of lahiem and matzo, got me wanting to not only to partake in a Seder dinner every Passover, but also to crash a few Bar Mitzvahs and join in on spinning the dradle every now and again.
I am a Christian, and going to a Seder dinner brings into sharper focus what this holiday represents, and helps me to remember that this whole Easter season is bigger than a giant marshmallow peep, and it’s even bigger than Reese’s peanut butter eggs. Still, it doesn’t mean I’m not going to eat this sucker for breakfast: