For as long as I can remember two boxes of perforated cardboard would appear on my parents’ kitchen counter every spring. It’s the best time of year.
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I wouldn’t say these are the best of times. I wouldn’t say these are the coldest of times. I wouldn’t say these are the most predictable of times as we emerge from a dark and hot winter into a wet and hotter spring. And yet I can’t tell you how excited I am that we’re hurtling toward Passover. Passover sucks (a week or more of unleavened meals a definite heaviness in the form of constant reminders of our past too much sugar wine etc.) but it always brings matzah. And I love matzah.
To be clear matzos are also worthless. No I hear you – matzos are a hugely important food a hugely symbolic food. No no really – I get it (I'm attaching my Hebrew high school diploma here where's yours?!)! But matzos are also a worse version of a big stale saltless Saltine. Even when it's at its most delicious and best it's still just as bad as if it's been sitting in a box in a damp basement for 11 and ¾ months. What other food can you name that is without exception at its very best… and at its very worst at the same time? Matzos are that bad. I still love matzos.
