Passover Dreaming
I'm in the middle of the "Big Passover Prep." I'm assuming many of you are doing the same or maybe you have less prep as you're going to someone's house for one of the first two big seders. Either way, most of us Jews are hoarding Passover food into our homes and "kashering" our dishes.
As I write this, my sisters and their spouses are vacationing on a Caribbean cruise. They're worried about which dessert to order or which side of their bodies to tan first. I have half my kitchen on the floor, a pantry full of ambiguous, boxed-kosher-for-Passover "food experiments" and eighteen guests coming for four different meals through the holiday week. I put in one request to my husband. I didn't want any distractions while I was prepping. Basically, I was giving the holiday my full undivided attention. He failed to oblige. In the midst of having the entire contents of my refrigerator on the floor, he put in a request. He has gone down that rocky road before. I've been known to throw things at him (read the book). For someone so smart, he is often forgetful. He has just recently published a book himself and is a bit excited about it and wanted my help. It was the least I could do, to stop mid cleaning and help him. So, I did...after snarling and whining. Yes, I've read the blogs and emails about feeling spiritual during this time. Blah Blah Blah. I will get there. Well, I was trying to get there. I just got sidetracked.
Anyway, last night I had a dream I was on a roller coaster that stopped working as my car got to the top. A fat guy was in the car in front of me. I was afraid he was going to roll over me. My friend said it was really a Hasidic guy with a streimel. She told me to interpret it positively. I told her,"Well, at least he didn't roll over me. I was afraid he was going to." The thing is the dream ended up at a picnic table and the fat guy ate my lunch. You think this holiday is getting to me? My husband has dreams too. He dreams about rabbis teaching him Torah. He dreams about putting on tefillin. I dream about fat guys nearly rolling over me and eating my lunch. I think I need a Caribbean vacation!
Well, all is good on the home front. We are heading into the holiday, full steam ahead. I am looking forward to having my family together and being of the select few who will be taken out of Egypt, yet again. Oh, our menu has slightly changed this year...surprise, surprise (for the first seder). My husband is now gebrachts (sounds like your gagging and spitting at the same time). It means he doesn't eat any kosher for Passover wheat products other than matzah. I tried to warn my daughter. She stopped me mid sentence before I could even explain and said, "Mom, I don't like where this conversation is going. I want a matzah ball in my soup." I almost laughed myself out of a chair. Of course, she knows exactly where the conversation was going. Oi vey! Stay tuned.
The roller coaster is about to pull out.
Happy Pesach (passover). May it be kosher, meaningful and free of fat guys eating your lunch and filled with matzah balls.
#Passover #ataleoftwosouls
As I write this, my sisters and their spouses are vacationing on a Caribbean cruise. They're worried about which dessert to order or which side of their bodies to tan first. I have half my kitchen on the floor, a pantry full of ambiguous, boxed-kosher-for-Passover "food experiments" and eighteen guests coming for four different meals through the holiday week. I put in one request to my husband. I didn't want any distractions while I was prepping. Basically, I was giving the holiday my full undivided attention. He failed to oblige. In the midst of having the entire contents of my refrigerator on the floor, he put in a request. He has gone down that rocky road before. I've been known to throw things at him (read the book). For someone so smart, he is often forgetful. He has just recently published a book himself and is a bit excited about it and wanted my help. It was the least I could do, to stop mid cleaning and help him. So, I did...after snarling and whining. Yes, I've read the blogs and emails about feeling spiritual during this time. Blah Blah Blah. I will get there. Well, I was trying to get there. I just got sidetracked.Anyway, last night I had a dream I was on a roller coaster that stopped working as my car got to the top. A fat guy was in the car in front of me. I was afraid he was going to roll over me. My friend said it was really a Hasidic guy with a streimel. She told me to interpret it positively. I told her,"Well, at least he didn't roll over me. I was afraid he was going to." The thing is the dream ended up at a picnic table and the fat guy ate my lunch. You think this holiday is getting to me? My husband has dreams too. He dreams about rabbis teaching him Torah. He dreams about putting on tefillin. I dream about fat guys nearly rolling over me and eating my lunch. I think I need a Caribbean vacation!
Well, all is good on the home front. We are heading into the holiday, full steam ahead. I am looking forward to having my family together and being of the select few who will be taken out of Egypt, yet again. Oh, our menu has slightly changed this year...surprise, surprise (for the first seder). My husband is now gebrachts (sounds like your gagging and spitting at the same time). It means he doesn't eat any kosher for Passover wheat products other than matzah. I tried to warn my daughter. She stopped me mid sentence before I could even explain and said, "Mom, I don't like where this conversation is going. I want a matzah ball in my soup." I almost laughed myself out of a chair. Of course, she knows exactly where the conversation was going. Oi vey! Stay tuned.
The roller coaster is about to pull out.
Happy Pesach (passover). May it be kosher, meaningful and free of fat guys eating your lunch and filled with matzah balls.
#Passover #ataleoftwosouls
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