Today I measured, chopped and baked
And all from
scratch, with nothing faked,
From old familiar
recipes
I know, to
varying degrees.
The matzoh
balls I shaped, as well,
(The soup,
however, made by Mel*)
And last,
charoses** was prepared
With not one
nut or apple spared.
The kitchen’s
not my natural spot,
But on the
holidays, I’ve got
The need to
potchke*** so I feel
Connected to
this ancient meal.
My husband
asked me why I fuss,
A question
worthy to discuss,
Yet all that
I can say, for me,
Is this is how
it has to be.
For even if
nobody cared
About these
dishes I have shared,
I’ll keep
traditions up, unbowed
And know my
grandmas would be proud.
*my husband **a dish for the Passover meal
***fiddling
or messing around, especially regarding cooking
oh wow - this one brought tears at the end - beautiful...and yes, nana and grandma are kvelling over this one...
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