I think we all start Pesach very up beat and energetic. It is a time of celebration (they tried to kill us – they didn’t succeed, lets eat! Wait a minute – that is describes a significant amount of the Jewish Holidays. Recurring theme here?) All the special foods bring a bit of camaraderie and nostalgia.
Then reality sets in. There is probably a really good reason why we don’t eat this stuff the rest of the year. Yes, I like Tsmimmis and probably should make it. Most of the soups that I make are fine for any time of the year (I don’t do Matzoh Balls – I make them but don’t eat them. Even light and fluffy – I. don’t. like. them.)
The days start to pass. There are just so many ways that you can disguise matzoh and I get really, really bored with low fat mozzarella and tomatoes. All those things which I never eat start to look good. I start carefully reading food labels – scrutinising all the ingredients with care in the hopes of being able to declare it ok and add it to my pitifully limited intake choices.
And why is tonight different from all other nights (or at least the last eight)?