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Tonight is the first night of Passover (Pesach in Hebrew). Tonight we're having first seder at the home of good friends. Tomorrow night we'll host the second seder at our house.

I took off work Thursday to get an early start on the cleaning, and today we began playing with food (we're not so Shomer Shabbes that we abstain from cooking on Shabbat; and besides, when I cook with my Sweetie there's often an element of real play in it so I figure we're pretty much off the hook as regards halacha, or Jewish law). Today Sweetie began by getting a head start on the chicken soup, and I helped her make matzoh balls, a load each of sinkers and floaters because we cannot agree on which is better. I'm a sinker gal myself; generally if it doesn't break my toe it's not heavy enough. Sweetie likes them to float and be fluffy.

Now that the house is sparkling -- well, as sparkling as a tiny, rickety house built in 1906 can be -- I feel better and better about the whole enterprise. That's the way it goes: deep cleaning's a pain but you sure feel better afterwards. I'm looking forward to setting a table for twelve (!!) and preparing the seder plate (my mother's, given to me after she died). I guess it's something I inherited from my folks, that fact that I take great pleasure and joy in having folks over for good food and conversation. A seder is that in multiples.

If you're observing Passover, may your retelling of the Exodus story bring inspiration and joy! Chag Sameach (Happy holiday)!