This is our first Pesach / Passover living together. We considered sedering at Bet Mishpachah (the queer shul of
DC) or maybe elsewhere, but decided to celebrate at home. I was tempted to overthink and overdo it -- as I so tend to! -- but didn't, instead keeping it pretty simple and spontaneous, and it turned out nicely. I didn't even buy or unpack much, but put it together at the last minute from our recent supermarket finds -- including the good old free Maxwell House haggadah -- and things we already had around the house. It did help that I've attended and co-led some seders, including the Pride Seder (held in June) invented by my home shul Congregation Am Tikva (the queer one of Boston).
I had thought to try one of my new jars of gefilte fish tonight, but Julia's mum felt like Chinese food, and we decided to join her -- J and her mum have a tradition of Chinese delivery on Friday nights, and we half-joke that it makes my Jewish self feel more at home here. We kept it otherwise informal too, and didn't seder per se, but talked about the process and the rest of Pesach -- partly at the request of J's mum, though she knows a fair amount. The pastor at her former church was actually a former Jew who brought some of his traditions with him, including using matzah for communion and as a Sunday school snack with peanut butter.
Here is our Pesach table:
Julia’s mum’s Pfaltzgraff Yorktowne
plates, silverware and measuring cup (behind the seder plate flowers, containing
the traditional salt water);
our seder plate – close-up photo
and detailed description in a bit;
Manischewitz egg and Osem dark-chocolate-covered
matzah;
Mullingar Pewter goblets depicting Queen Maeve and Brian Boru for our sparkling white grape
juice and Miriam’s Well;
the dried purple flowers J's mum saved from the arrangement we took home from J's paternal Gran’s memorial event last
month;
a stained-glass ball candle
that belonged to my late Mum resting on J’s green glass ye olde Jamestown Virginia souvenir;
and the crosses we made from
the palm leaves we were given at Palm Sunday yesterday (we’d never done it
before, but found tutorials on YouTube).
Again, the plate is one of
Julia’s mum’s Pfaltzgraff Yorktowne ones.
Our maror / chazeret is spinach
(though we actually eat it quite often);
Our charoset is cashews, dried
apricot, date and cranberries, and a prune (my in-between-meals snacks,
especially when I’m working away from home; Prune was one of my childhood
nicknames because my name was June);
Our karpas is henbit deadnettle/ greater henbit from our yard in a Lenox crystal vase that was a prize at a
dog show when J’s late father used to show dogs;
Our zeroa is two kinds of our dogter Ursula’s treats – a classic bone-shaped biscuit (which she got to eat
afterwards, and we particularly like that it says “WOOF” because we’re Bear
fans in the queer sense), and a Himalayan Dog Chew’s Yaky Nugget -- a sort of hard-candy
made of yak and cow milk with lime juice and salt that you can microwave to make
into a chewy puff;
Our beitzah is the usual hard-boiled
egg (boiled with several others so we can make egg salad this week), and the egg cup is a panda one I found at Boomerangs for J's birthday;
And we have an orange, inspired
by Susannah Heschel’s 1980s creation of a new tradition to further the
inclusion of queer and other marginalized people (a Halo-brand
orange, no less).
Our poor dogter Ursula didn’t
appreciate being passed-over (ha!) for dessert – Osem dark-chocolate-covered matzah –
not to mention everything else. (She's a Pugston Terrier / Bugg -- a Boston Terrier / Pug mix, brindle with a white chest and paws.)