Unorthodox Passover 2015

Passover 2015

I don’t like people telling me what to do. Often times, I’ll do the opposite just to prove a point. Probably not one of my better features, but hey, we can’t all be perfect. Since we’re an Interfaith family we like to make up the rules on how to observe our faiths as we go along. The Coffee King doesn’t like to be told what to do either. We’re a good match.

One of the things I’m most proud of is our Unorthodox Passover. That simply means, I serve whatever suits me, usually the catered Passover meal from Wegmans and whatever appetizers and desserts I want. You bet I’m making chocolate cake with flour. No offense, to my Jewish friends out there, but your food is plain old yukky and I say that with love. But who really eats gefilteΒ fish? Have you seen that stuff? When our guests ask what to bring, I say, “whatever you want. No rules.” You bet I was extremely grateful when someone brought cannolis.

While I was cleaning up, a taxing job and one I’m learning to break into two parts: half immediately, and half the next morning, not something I would’ve been capable of ten years ago, I’m starting to break my own rules, I thought about the importance of gatherings like Passover. Holidays are a time to come together with the people you care about and want to spend time with. It doesn’t matter if you’re related to them by blood and sometimes it’s better if Β you aren’t.Β Holidays are about making memories, about sharing good times and good food. (Which of course, is next to impossible at Passover and why I mess up the menu with things like sushi.)

I had soap suds up to my elbows scrubbing the turkey roasting pan, dirty wine glasses on the counter leaving stains in the Corian, and crumbs from the Matzah covering my floor, but I thought about how lucky we are to have people around us who want to spend time with us. It’s important to mess up your house once in awhile for that.

I’m going to try and have friends over more often this year and worry less about how messy the house is. I’m not going to care about how many hours I vacuumed when I get to the end of my road and I’m looking back. Okay, I might care, but I’ll make time for the things that matter. Like serving shrimp at Passover dinner and only because you told me I couldn’t.

What does spending time with loved ones mean to you?

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25 thoughts on “Unorthodox Passover 2015

  1. What a funny and entertaining post, Stacey! So much fun–had I not been doing Easter at my brother’s I might have invited myself to your house. πŸ˜‰ and you’re right about having folks over more often. It’s a tad overwhelming at first, but definitely worth it.

    Is doing the opposite of what we’re told an Italian thing?

    BTW, I’m reblogging this. Too fun not to share!

    1. It must be an Italian thing. If I wasn’t so thick headed I’d know better! πŸ˜‰ Thanks for reblogging! You’re awesome. Hope you had a wonderful holiday.

      1. You’re welcome and my pleasure! (Plus, I didn’t have to write one for this week, thank you very much. πŸ˜‰ )Thnx for the invite! I love fun family stuff that mixes it up–never a dull visit, right?

  2. A good friend of mine calls this “Intelligent Misbehaving.” Rules we were born to break. Yeah, I had a Jewish roommate once who ate the gefilte fish and gave me some. If I’m not wrong… that’s a white fish that comes largely from clear lakes in northern Canada. But, yes, I’d rather fry it quickly in a little butter and salt and pepper and a squeeze of lemon. If you’re serving that, I’ll be right over.

      1. Maybe sfogliatella is the napoleon? I’m not big on pastries. Give me a good old-fashioned choc chip cookie any day. (I’m such a poor excuse for an Italian sometimes… πŸ˜‰ )

  3. I had Easter dinner at my house A couple days before I began stressing out how I’d manage to prepare and be ready. You know what? I did what I could and threw the rest of my worries out the window. I had a great time entertaining too. Less stress, more mess but I don’t care anymore. πŸ˜€
    πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

    1. I think that’s the best attitude. And you know what I’ve learned? Some how everything gets done. And if I need some help that’s what the guests are for. πŸ˜‰ Thanks for stopping by the blog!

    2. We hosted Easter dinner last year–had roughly 20 folks when it was all said and done. It all worked out, and we had a wonderful time. Told my brother, though, I’ll be happy to do an alternating year schedule.

      1. You’re right, Stacey. At my house, it’s always far from perfect and clean-up takes way longer than any eating, but it all gets done. And memories last way longer than prep, meals and clean-up.

      2. I’m good when I’m in the mood. This year I really, really, really wanted to stay home, with no distractions other than my book and two cats. It all turned out well anyhow. πŸ™‚

  4. I think this is a terrific post. I agree wholeheartedly that when we come to the ends of our lives the last thing we’re going to want to ponder is how many hours we’ve spent vacuuming. I’m having a dinner party this Saturday night and I’m more excited than I am stressed over it, so I count that as major progress in my personal growth….so yay to your perspective, Stacey.

      1. What Stacey said. If you’re lucky, you’ll take Margaret home after the party and the family-fairies will have cleaned the kitchen and dining room while you’re out, lol.

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