Elijah Missed Out.

From what I can gather, my seder and Jill’s had at least one thing in common: At both of them, the two of us were in the minority.

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This was to be expected for the shiksa, but not so much for this under-practicing Jew. Elijah didn’t show at mine, but he was possibly the only one who turned down the invitation.

My aunt was her usual self: a lovely and spectacularly all-inclusive host. She found places at the table for hordes of thirsty med students and hungry high-schoolers (friends, mostly non-Jewish, of my oldest and youngest cousins, respectively), asking only that additional merrymakers come with chair and plate in hand, as both were in remarkably short supply.

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Rest assured, there was no such problem with the food. Or with the wine.

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The matzo-ball soup was just as it should be. Mom’s haroset (a modified version of this one) was perfect. The horseradish was spicy, the tsimmes were sweet-and-savory goodness, and the turkey (too many people for chicken) was possibly Aunt Jill’s best ever, and that bar is set pretty darn high.

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Please excuse the lack of quality photos. I was busy eating. And drinking.

Elijah’s cup didn’t go to waste.

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  1. Aunt Jill says:

    THANKS! You make me so happy, Maya!!

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