Merry Pesach

A belated Happy Pesach to fellow Abrahamic dissidents on that whole Crucifixion & Resurrection thing.

We attended a Seder last weekend, which was nice.

I can almost hear the millions of Jews around the world piously and miserably chomping away at their Matza wafers. Which is, of course, the point, given what it’s commemorating.

I can relate. I got pretty tired of Matzoh as a kid. Odd, you say, given that I’m not Jewish.  Well, the goyim eat it, too. At least the really shnorrer ones like my dad do once the stuff goes, to my annual regret, on clearance afterwards.

Blech. As a kid, I must’ve eaten more of the stuff during the weeks following Passover than my Jewish friends  did during the holiday.

Though, it must be admitted that they weren’t exactly frum;
in fact, I seem to remember one scarfing down, to my outrage and his entertainment, a cheeseburger with bacon during Passover.  Guess my
friends were more "Tel Aviv" than "Jerusalem".

Came across an amusing observation on this on a Jewish blog:

I don’t understand the boxes of matza that say “not kosher for passover”? WHO’S EATING THIS??? That’s like going to the pharmacy and seeing insulin that says “not suitable for diabetics.”

This talk of unleavened bread reminds me of something utterly unrelated:  I haven’t had knækbrød  in, my God, over a decade.