I have incredibly fond memories of my childhood seders, with lots of family present, a separate kids table, and the decibel level near deafening with everyone talking at once. Except for my parents, we don't have any close family nearby. However, it's still so important to me that we carry on the tradition with Lauren and make our own memories.
This year, Norm led the seder and also made arrangements for most of the food (my lone responsibility was the brisket, and thankfully, I didn't screw it up).
Serious about his task, he scoured the web for the perfect Charoset recipe (apples, walnuts, honey and wine), then mixed up an authentic batch for the proceedings.
He also grilled the shank bone to be used on the seder plate. Well, "grilled" is actually a misnomer in this instance. Incinerated is more like it.
Behold.
Yes, he was a little upset about the incident. Me, I actually thought it was endearing and giggle-inducing. You don't actually eat the shank bone anyways, it just sits on the plate, so why not chuckle about it? Besides, better it was the shank bone than my hair or my mom's eyebrows (yes, inside joke there).
The table was set and we were ready to begin.
Lauren got her very own Hagaddah, helped lead the 4 questions (well, she knew the first one), and sang rousing renditions with us of "Let My People Go" and "Dayenu."
After dinner she quickly found the hidden Afikomen (matzoh).
Then enjoyed some special cuddles with Nana and Pop-Pop Mark.
She made sure to save some love for Daddy and Mama too.
So what if we didn't do it on the proper night and didn't have a mass of people at the table? Upon reflection, it was still a memorable occasion, and a tradition we hopefully can continue to build upon for years to come.
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