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Eggs! Shira informs me that we've got through 36 of them since she started cooking last night, and she's far from done cooking. When I kvetched about having to peel apples for the second time, she responded: "Do you have any idea how many times I've had to whip eggs?!" I stopped kvetching.
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David and I sat down to our traditional breadless meal. At the lunch before the first seder you aren't supposed to eat bread or matzo. The meal has become a standing tradition for my brother and I, which always includes: potato chips, sour cream and onion dip, tuna and cheese. This year we got creative and added green olives. It's a simple meal, but the simplicity helps underscore the big event coming tonight. More importantly, it shows that you can turn anything into a warm and pleasant tradition.
I suppose a third way I know Passover is here is that I spent all last weekend cleaning. But, I'd rather forget all that.
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