(related to My Judaism is Rusty )
Making dinner plans…
I didn’t even know it was still Passover.
This year we had two lovely, very inquisitive non-Jews at our Seder.
I did my best.
Guest: “And what does the maror symbolize?”
Me: “The bitterness of slavery.”
Guest: “And the charoset?”
Me: “The mortar the slaves used between the bricks when they were building for the Eygptian pharohs.”
Guest: “And how about the shank bone?”
Me: “That represents how the slaves passed the time all those years in the desert.”
(Silence)
Me: “They boned.”
To be clear, we did not ask for the matzah. To be clearer, every single one of us brushed it aside and ate the bread buried beneath it.
Sorry, ancestors. We know this is not what you envisioned.