If I haven't been around lately, it's not because of the amount of work related to setting up the new store, it's not because of great Reality TV I'm (not) watching, it's not because Dumpling and I are spendind days at the park enjoying the non-existant sunshine: it's because of the Matza.
Last week, I had to make the Passover Order. (*sidenote, it was pointed out by my nice SIL this weekend that Making an Order is strictly Montreal-speak for going to the grocery store, and that when I say that to non-montrealers, they don't realize I'm talking about an actual visit to the grocery store)
Anyhoo, I made the Passover Order, which is the most excruiating experience as a convert. Passover food sucks. The Matza is horrible (except for Shmura Matza, but you can only get so much of that), the Matza-based mixes for all manners of cakes and cookies are gross, and the worst (I'm told by my husband, I myself have never let it cross my lips) is the Passover Cereal. Every year, we make the same joke: forget the cereal in the box, just rip up the box and soak it in milk, it'll be tastier than the content.
After we got the order home, we had to make temporary room for it in the basement while we dust-busted every inch of the kitchen and emptied the cupboards from any forbidden foods. Then we packed up both sets of dishes (meat and dairy), all the cutlery and pots/pans, and shoved those in the Passover Cabinets, from which we removed the Passover dishes/utensils/pots/pans.... After this was done, we brought up all the Passover Food.
Luckily for me, I didn't need to cook for either Seder, so there weren't many preparations to make before Friday. With pre-cooked meatballs and chicken fingers, we would be ok for lunch until I cooked again (tonight!)
the Seders were..... typical. #1 was a free-for-all of kids screaming and running around, little to no reading of the Haggadah, cold smoked turkey and lukewarm matza ball soup. Dumpling was delighted to spend the evening with her cousins and their new 3 month old miniature poodle pups (two of them!). They were just the right size for her to carry around and pet gently.... different from her usual getting knocked over by Mortimer and Lucy!
Seder #2 was much less fun for her. A formal affair with lots of reading, kids not allowed to get up from the table and a neat-freak uncle who kept an eye to make sure she didn't drop anything on the floor. But the food there was FABULOUS, the noise level was much lower, and when she couldn't take it anymore and refused to stay in her chair any longer, I had the perfect excuse to hightail it out of there and take her and her favorite 5 year-old cousin home.
Said cousin was delighted in being the Big Girl and reading Dumpling bedtime stories. She was going to stay for a sleep over but ended up getting a bit scared and going home. Dumping, of course, was crushed when she woke up this morning and cousin was nowhere to be found.
So if I haven't been writing, you can blame it on the Matza.