Passover (Pesach in Hebrew), is a holiday that celebrates the Jews’ escape from Slavery. Miracles took place, but they still wandered the desert for 40 years until they reached Israel.
This Passover passed much like 2020, in the house and zooming with the family. That being said, there was a lot more hope this year. Both my parents have gotten the vaccine and Texas will be opening up phase 2 ( everyone over 16) on Monday. I’m sure it won’t be easy to get an appointment, but we are excited to have the opportunity.
While we sat at the table, with the computer, we all took turns reading from the Haggadah ( prayer book). After saying the prayers we enjoyed Maztah ball soup, tzimmes (stewed prunes, carrots, sweet potatoes and apricots with honey and orange juice), kugel ( a sweet cheese noodle pudding) brisket ( for the hubby) and of course, Matzah( unleavened bread, kind of like a large cracker).
The food was great as was talking with my family. Over Passover it is common to say “ next year in Israel,” as the slaves kept hope alive by telling themselves that. In addition, I am also saying, “next year in person!”