Passover and the Pyramids

Cooking for Passover this year was a lot easier than previous years because I had the entire weekend to do it, plus half a day on Monday. So in the best of tradition, I overdid it, and ended up with one extra dish in the refrigerator which I forgot to take out for dessert.

I invited my friend from work and his wife and 2 year old and our real-estate agent who sold us this house (and his wife). For both couples this was their first Passover.

Within the first five minutes of the 2 year-old in our house, he had the meeting of the minds with our refrigerator. The kid lost. The brain swelled beyond what the head could contain. Ok, it was my fault and I absolutely should not have opened the refrigerator door when I knew there was a 2 year-old running outside our house, because apparently in split seconds he can reappear and collide with the door. The five cubes of ice helped reduce the lump from the four inch length, and an inch protruding from the forehead (I kid you not!!!). But apparently it wasn't enough to convince this kid to sit still.

For the next three hours he opened and slammed every single cabinet door he could find (and apparently, we have more than we need), started the dishwasher four times (on empty, because he's learned to do it at home), banged his forehead against the floor (because he can), slid down our steps (because his dad specifically told him not to go near the steps!), and finished all the sugar cookies I had.

All in all I had a fantastic time, up until going to bed, when my husband decided it was good timing to tell me, "You know, the chicken wasn't all the way cooked." When I responded completely shocked, "Why didn't you TELL ME????" His answer was, "I noticed only when they were all done." The only reason I didn't slap him was because I was too tired and my arms were hurting from the cooking.

Every year I celebrate coming out from slavery to freedom by cooking. It's the two times a year I cook (and I hate it!). It makes me feel like a slave to tradition sometimes. But I suppose without this experience how would I appreciate freedom?

And who am I to complain compared to my ancesters who apparently, according to a new theory, built the pyramids from the inside out. To watch the video click here.