Passover ended last night, and I went to the store and bought two different kinds of bread -- a honey-wheat and a walnut-cranberry-wheat variety. And oh, the deliciousness!
All of which is to say that a day or two of matzah is fine, but a week is a long time. Now, that "suffering" is part of the point, so I'm not actually complaining, just revelling in how good bread tastes today.
D. and I had a lovely seder last Friday. It was just the two of us, which I had to check with the rabbi was actually "kosher," because every seder I've ever been to has involved multiple guests. But this first time, D. and I wanted to explore the tradition together without any hostess stress. I'm glad we did it that way, because it was all a little more involved than I'd anticipated. ("Oh shit, I have to roast an egg! And yikes, the beet is supposed to be cooked, not raw on the seder plate. Better get that in the oven right now!") Next year we'll have friends over for it.
We'll also do some more careful selection of haggadot. This year we just used the Velveteen Rabbi's, which was fine, but it would be nicer if we'd made some thoughtful decisions ahead of time.
It was nice to have Good Friday off of school, because it meant that we could prepare for the seder that night in a pretty leisurely fashion. And now I understand why people take that day off of work when it doesn't fall on a school holiday!
I didn't actually manage to keep kosher for Passover the whole week, despite some efforts. I mean, we don't actually keep kosher anyway and don't have a kosher kitchen, obviously, but I was going to not have any pork, not eat meat and cheese together, and not have any wheat or grain products the whole week. But then I accidentally had meat and cheese together on Monday, because I'm just not used to thinking along those lines. And then I did it again on Thursday. Plus, I ate a brownie on Tuesday night; I realized seconds before I ate it that it had flour in it, but by then I had already set myself up for the joy of eating it and decided just to go for it. But it's all okay; I'm not beating myself up about any of it.
And dang, I do love coconut macaroons.