Chag Sameach. I hope your seders were as uplifting and meaningful as ours. I will look forward to writing about them in the coming days. I unfortunately fell ill with strep this year, which is amazing given that I actually had less stress going into the holiday than ever before. But it certainly translated into lots of sleep and time alone with the family as I quarantined myself.
Today I just want to share my earliest and fondest Pesach memory:
Coming downstairs in the morning to my maternal grandmother “Nanny” in an old and ugly housecoat standing over the stove making the best matzoh brie I have ever tasted. I am sure there was a stick of butter in the pan.
She was the only one of my grandparents to live long enough to have a relationship with my kids, and we all miss her.
Today was the first matzoh brie of the holiday, and it always makes me think of her.