Inspired by a post from April 21, 2019, about our friends’ Passover Seder.
Our friends’ Passover Seder, a celebration less about any particular religion — everyone, Jewish or not, takes part in the rituals — than about spending time with their family and the local “family” that they’ve built and that we’re lucky enough to be part of (and eating ungodly amounts of food) would have been this week.
Except for … you know.
Also, the chicken matzo ball soup will have to wait this year.
I think she even had a new, larger pot for it.