Plotzover Number Three at World Headquarters

Last night was the most beautiful Plotzover yet, filled with friends and surprises. The Great Plotnik got smart this year and invited Chef Pickle and Farmer Sam. This meant that Pickle could make the matzoballs, seeing as everything she touches ends up being the best whatever it is that you ever tasted.



Nobody was disappointed. They were the best matzoballs since Pharoah and Moses invented matzo, light (that's right, 'light') and deliciously poached in a peppery chicken broth. They have been named Presbyterian Matzoballs in Sarah's honor and the file is closed. There will be no more entries, thank you. We can talk about the duck fat later.

Caitlin flew into town from The Big Shmapple just before dinnertime, which was perfect because she was now the youngest person at the table and could read the Four Questions.



Plotnik put on his ancient baseball cap and read from Pat Conroy to start the evening. It went uphill after that, but downhill too. There were lots of laughs and also plenty to think about. Plotzover is about freedom, but it's also about getting together every year to celebrate getting together every year.



And then Elijah showed up! All these years of opening the door for Elijah, the saint who will announce the coming of the Messiah, and all along it was Eliot. Eliot, wife Lisa and baby Jacob were fixtures at the first two Plotzovers, but have since moved to North Carolina. But Eliot happened to be in town on Google Biz so he surprised everybody by walking right in the front door.



After the Plotz, Eliot hung around 'til well after midnight yakking with Plot and Duck. The family is well and, like everyone else who leaves Shmalifornia, could easily afford a very nice home in Raleigh, for what it costs to buy a shed for your lawn mower in Snowy Valley.

The Great Ducknik's macaroons were to die. Better, to eat.



Silent Bill brought his world famous white sauce and Lois provided the Ceremonial Plate with all the goodies on it, including delicious charoset and the world's puniest lamb bone.



Pip and Sam pretended to be above drinking the Manischewitz but we now know better.



There were very few shots of Mushnik, because she was sitting next to Dash, the Flip Cameraman.
These photos were all distilled down from Flip Videos, which takes a lot more time than a regular camera but works great when you haven't been able to find your &*$&#^ camera for three days.



Dash got married last year to wonderful Marya, with whom the Plotniks have so many coincidences it's really quite funny. She grew up on the street above Plotnik's grandmother and grandfather, and her mom works for Homeboy in Stiletto City and...she's terrific, and the girl can cook.



Dash has finished Law School and taken the Bar and is waiting to find out the results. Looks like they're moving to Stiletto City so Dash can pursue a career in Flip Cam self portraits.



Thanks for coming everyone. Say a prayer for the pool table, because it won't take many more crowded meals around the dining table for Duck to chop the pool table into kindling so more people can be invited. But Plotzover is supposed to be really crowded. If you're sitting on a comfortable chair without someone's elbow in your soup you came to the wrong holiday.

Next year in Jeru...nah. Back here. Alevai.