Pre-Passover

The spattered recipes come out,
Ingredients procured.
The kitchen timer ticks away,
So I am reassured.

We slice and blend and chop and mix
And wait for pots to boil,
While using all the eggs on hand
As well as all the oil.

There’s so much prep for just one meal
But every year’s the same
And any dish forgotten
We’d consider such a shame.

Tomorrow we will gather
And retell the ancient tale
Then the fruits of all our labor
We’ll be happy to unveil.