Apr

21

The morning after the seder…

Filed Under Babbling, Homelife, The history of me 

I’m quite honestly surprised that I don’t have more of a headache than I do. Good morning everyone, or afternoon I should say seeing its 12:17ish now as I type this sucker up.

Last night, like any good Jew, I found myself fulfilling one of my duties other than fasting on Yom Kippur and that little thing about 8 days after childbirth. Yup, I’m talking about a Passover Seder. If you’ve ever been to one, you’ll know that it sometimes gets quite dull and you find yourself counting ahead to the next page you get to eat something on, but sometimes if you read it with a political spin, well, it can get quite interesting. You see, I read a passage in it about G-D’s outstretched arm as if it were W speaking about invading Iraq. Ahhh… Religion and politics.

And yes, I know you’re not supposed to talk about those things. But for me? I’m all for it. Matter of fact, the two things I don’t talk about are weight and haircuts. Yup. I’m one of those guys.

So needless to say, the amusing moment of the evening for me was when we had finished dinner (a beautifully cooked lamb by my mother-in-law, with some potatoes, matzoh ball soup, succotash, and asparagus) and the conversation had turned from nutty smelling pee to politics, my sister-in-law and mother-in-law left to prepare dessert plates, my wife headed off to the bathroom, and it left my father-in-law, myself, and Lew (my sister-in-law’s boyfriend, my old friend, and hopefully my future brother-in-law) there discussing McCain, Obama, racism, the economy, and whatever else crossed our paths.

Until dessert came. And at the very second that lemon angel food cake with lemon icing and blackberry dressing came around the corner? In mid-sentence that conversation ended.

I seriously love my family. Politics was taken by the cake.

So to everyone eating matzoh over the course of the next week? I feel your pain. Even if I can’t join you. It wouldn’t exactly do me the best to be eating kosher for Passover when I can barely afford to eat three balanced meals a day. Heck, my average meal? A bowl of ramen and an energy drink.

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