Chag Sameach, everyone!
For the goyim in the room, that means happy passover. Yes, it's that wonderful time of year, the time we all look forward to ever so much. The time where we can't eat bread.
Now, I'm not what you would call deeply religious. I consider myself more spiritual, if you must know. But the one part about Judaism I will always embrace is the food.
So Passover remains my favorite holiday, mostly because of the matzo ball soup. And despite the matzo.
Oh, matzo. You dry, tasteless, crumbly cracker, you. You're good for the first day, but by the end of the week I want to punch you. But of course that would just add more crumbs to the steadily growing pile on my floor, so I must refrain.
So what happens when you accidentally purchase 5 boxes of matzo? You simply have to come up with creative ways to use it. ...continue reading