The Great Plotnik

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Jacob Leads His Family Back to World Headquarters



"...and Jacob led his family into Egypt." Last night, some 3500 years later, Jacob led his family to The Great Plotnik World Headquarters and Brisket Kitchen. Last year Jacob sat at the table in utero. This year he's smiling. Nice.

Lois's chicken matzoball soup, learned at her Mom's elbow in Sheboygan, Wisconsin, was the best chicken soup AND the best matzoballs ever. No contest.



Bill's white horseradish sauce was perfect, as always, and as the evening's patriarch, he took the honored seat at the head of the table.



Of course, the highlight of the evening was when Jacob read the Four Questions for the first time, although Elliot helped out a great deal by, well, by reading the Four Questions. Jacob held the hagaddah. You might take a moment to marvel at Elliot's purple and gold yarmulke.



Steve and Pippa are heading to South Africa for a month, but last night they stuck around to talk politics and help Plotnik and Ducknik clean up the every-dish-in-the-house-dirty-and-every-pot-in-the-house-filthy mess.



Mummy Plotnik has said that the holiday is for the children, but The Great Plotnik thinks it's equally about all the people who came before. It's not about religion, it's about tradition. The brisket tastes delicious, but it tastes better because it's Mummy Plotnik's recipe. Same with the soup. Same with the ceremonial dishes. Same with everything.

5 Comments:

At 6:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Judging from the photos, the holiday seems to be for everyone - Jews, Quakers, and Lakers!

 
At 6:55 PM, Blogger mary ann said...

It was one fine celebration!

 
At 9:19 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ah, Goy from Illinois, you are right, as always. The Holiday is for everybody, but you've gotta be really hungry.

 
At 10:26 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Once when I was driving Will to school...first or second grade, I believe, he piped up from the backseat, appropo of nothing, with: "Mom, am I Jewish?"

Doesn't that count for something. There must have been a reason he thought that! And yes, I have been MISTAKEN for Jewish. New York Jewish. I kid you not.

So there. Oh, and I went to a Seder celebration on Saturday in Berkeley. I ate pretend mortar and liked it very much.

 
At 10:48 AM, Blogger DAK said...

Dear Ms. Fakejewnik: Yes, that counts. You're in. Can you bake a cherry kugel, Janie Girl, Janie Girl?

 

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