Tonight begins the solemn yet festive holiday of Passover (from the Hebrew term for "I really don't want to eat this"), which we of the Jewish faith celebrate every April, except when it falls in March. Or May. (It actually falls in the Jewish calendar month of Nissan, formerly Datsun) The holiday, best known by Gentiles as the holiday involving the practice of not eating bread or cake, commemorates the Exodus of the Jews from Egypt, which culminated in a big dinner, or "Seder," which includes the youngest family member at the dinner table gamely attempting to ask the Four Questions, which are:
1) Where the hell are we going?
2) Anybody got water? It's hot out here in the desert.
3) What's "gefilte"?
4) If you're the Lakers, do you throw bundles of money at Phil Jackson until he returns or is that team a lost cause for the next five years anyway?
(The answers, chanted by the rest of the family: "Dunno," "No," "Dunno," "We're Miami Heat fans now")
The Seder itself involves the Hagganah (literally, "a booklet with lots of Hebrew prayers and stuff designed to make you wait to eat the good stuff"), which is available at any supermarket with purchase of the appropriate Maxwell House product, and the family faithfully follows for about two pages before the kids start to whine that it's boring and taking too long while everyone but Mom starts to count the pages left before it's over. Mom is always the one taking it seriously. Everyone else is there for the food.
And what a banquet it is! The centerpiece, of course, is the Seder plate, which is arranged with several special foods steeped in huge sloppy piles of symbolism:
Charoset- symbolizing the mortar the Jewish slaves used to build for the Egyptians. It is made, literally, of cement.
Baytzah- hard-boiled egg, symbolizing hard-boiled eggs.
Zeroa- shankbone. Symbolizes the inedible.
Karpas- parsley. Represents the useless.
Maror- bitter herbs. Symbolizes the old fart guys in Florida adult residential communities who complain about everything. Many of these gentlemen are named "Herb."
Chazeret- celery. Represents the stuff you have to eat on a diet.
The actual eating starts with the matzoh (unleavened bread, also known as "tasteless flaky cracker things"), and then the Maror (charoset sandwich on matzoh), followed by the matzoh ball soup and the gefilte fish (gefilte being the Yiddish for "fish-flavored Jell-O mold") and the main course, usually turkey or chicken or brisket or pork chops. Oh, and there's lots of wine, generally Manischewitz or Mogen David of the sweet, syrupy variety, often the first alcohol children try, and the reason that Jewish kids tend to avoid drinking longer than other kids. Afterwards, a dessert is served, usually a cake that looks delectable but tastes much like wood shavings bound by mucus, because it's made from wood and mucus.
And then everybody sings "Dayenu" ("It Would Have Been Enough For Us"), which includes the rousing chorus "Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Dayenu, Dayenu! Dayenu- Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Dayenu, Dayenu! Dayenu-Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Dayenu, Dayenu! Dayenu-Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Dayenu, Dayenu! Dayenu-Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Dayenu, Dayenu! Dayenu-Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Dayenu, Dayenu! Dayenu-Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Dayenu, Dayenu! Dayenu-Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Dayenu, Dayenu! Dayenu-Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Dayenu, Dayenu! Dayenu-Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Dayenu, Dayenu! Dayenu-Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Dayenu, Dayenu! Dayenu-Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Dayenu, Dayenu! Dayenu-Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Dayenu, Dayenu! Dayenu-Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Dayenu, Dayenu! Dayenu-Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Dayenu, Dayenu! Dayenu-Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Day-Dayenu, Dayenu, Dayenu!". sung while swaying back and forth until Grandpa, who drained several bottles of Mogen David even before the evening started, flies off his chair and lands face first on the floor, immediately bouncing to his feet insisting he's "okay, goddammit, I'm fine, get your hands off me."
And then everybody goes home and Mom opens all the windows to get the gefilte smell out of the house.
Truly, this night IS "different from all other nights." We can all take comfort in that fact.
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