Passover

This is just the best.

Passover is my favorite Jewish holiday. Jewish holidays are pretty much only about food and Passover simply contains some of my favorite foods: matzo ball soup, chopped liver/pâté, brisket, matzo brie and matzo cake (both should only be eaten at this time of year).

If you eat savory matzo brie never speak to me again.

I have a “fraught” relationship with my Jewishness. I haven’t gotten around to renewing my passport recently, but I have Israeli citizenship and spent much of my childhood there. Hebrew was my first language. I went to Jewish sleepaway camp and did Shabbat every Friday night growing up. But somewhere between realizing that yeah Israel is pretty fucked up actually and still feeling alien enough to not quite relate to my American counterparts, not to mention the fact that I’m not particularly observant, I have the albeit privileged problem of not being quite sure how to relate to it.

Chris made a beautiful matzo cake from the World’s Shittiest Recipe.

Except when it comes to food. There was no greater feeling than sipping a black coffee at Greenblatt’s (RIP). Watching my mom make chicken soup stirs something inside of me that I cannot explain. My strongest opinions are about bagels and pastrami – something I manage despite being a Libra sun. Biting into a perfect Rueben is like a hug from an old friend; it makes me feel like I have a place in the world.

I wish a sandwich could just be a sandwich, but food has always been far from neutral. As the Great Rabbi Hillel said: maybe it just is what it is.

I’m not crying, you’re crying.

For real. I swear.

About to play the most cursed game of chubby bunny.