I know I left you hanging on the gefilte fish making. The process was definitely nasty...picture huge bowls containing 11 pounds of ground raw fish, mixed with raw eggs and matzah meal, shaped into balls by hand then boiled for an hour in big soup pots. And picture my mother and I outside on the patio with the food processor grinding up the horseradish root. Despite all the strange odors and the shrieking, none of my neighbors called the cops. The good news is that the fish was absolutely delicious. The bad news is that even two weeks later, every time you open my refrigerator, the scent of gefilte fish wafts out. I've tried opening the door, spraying in a copious amount of Febreze Air Effects, then slamming it shut but it hasn't solved the problem. Juliana keeps running out of the kitchen complaining about "that evil smell".
Anyhow, the holiday went really well and it was great to have my whole family together for a few days. They all pitched in and helped with whatever needed to be done. A friend of mine told me that Jesus is sometimes referred to as "Christ, Our Passover". We uttered that phrase as well, only it was more in the context of: "Christ, our Passover requires a lot of dish-washing!"
Here are some pictures:
Juliana and my mom making matzah meal pancakes
The seder table all set and ready to go....it had to extend out into the playroom from the dining room.
Juliana and Ritu
Me and my sister, Jennifer
David, trying unsuccessfully to ward off the camera with a spoon
My brother Joe (yes, we all have "J" names) looking earnest
My nephew Enzo...think he knows he's cute?