‘Twas the night before Passover, and no matzah could be found. I surmise you could part the brisket to braise the level, and flame broil the deckle with the ribs. Egregious commenters or repeat offenders will be banned from commenting. There were challenges, of course, like echoing Ma Lecha Hayam with an audio lag, and bottling my enthusiasm so as not to elongate the seder. Any solution even ones that are unrealistic. But actually, it sort of is, and the silver lining of Zeder is discovering that my kids have embraced this tradition as their own. While we generally do not seek to edit or actively moderate comments, our spam filter prevents most links and certain key words from being posted and the Forward reserves the right to remove comments for any reason. Enter your name and email address below. Its traditions reflect a profound understanding of the role of shared activity in forming identity and cultivating meaning. Like Tinkerbell, my savta withers away without attention, so after a stream of incessant “can we eat yet?” and “can anyone see me?” questions, her engagement melted my heart and painted a picture of the very reason we jumped through hoops to keep the seder alive: The highlight of my zeder is probably the same as many others: watching my grandmother try to figure out Zoom.
But at its center was the roasting and eating in family clans of the Passover lamb. Therefore, quite literally, they mean less. As per usual, I was running late to the 6:30 p.m. Zoom seder. He has directly helped so many people, all over the country.
The first thing we lose is physicality. It’s partly a question of bandwidth. I think only people with Aspergers require having a similar experience in order to have empathy. Because it’s so popular, I cook a brisket a couple times a month. My job is to realize I’ve forgotten random ingredients when we have only an hour before the Seder begins. We also lose mutuality. The bones in a bone-in brisket are ribs, which I also love. Which is not so good braised, but lovely on the grill.
As the boys got older the toys were less fun, and I sort of hope that somehow the kids were listening. The presence of a camera makes us more self-conscious. But it was also the most fantastic, hilarious, memorable seder I’ve ever been to (followed closely by last year’s, My uncles might disagree. In the interest of maintaining a civil forum, The Forward requires that all commenters be appropriately respectful toward our writers, other commenters and the subjects of the articles.
‘Twas the night before Passover, and no matzah could be found. I surmise you could part the brisket to braise the level, and flame broil the deckle with the ribs. Egregious commenters or repeat offenders will be banned from commenting. There were challenges, of course, like echoing Ma Lecha Hayam with an audio lag, and bottling my enthusiasm so as not to elongate the seder. Any solution even ones that are unrealistic. But actually, it sort of is, and the silver lining of Zeder is discovering that my kids have embraced this tradition as their own. While we generally do not seek to edit or actively moderate comments, our spam filter prevents most links and certain key words from being posted and the Forward reserves the right to remove comments for any reason. Enter your name and email address below. Its traditions reflect a profound understanding of the role of shared activity in forming identity and cultivating meaning. Like Tinkerbell, my savta withers away without attention, so after a stream of incessant “can we eat yet?” and “can anyone see me?” questions, her engagement melted my heart and painted a picture of the very reason we jumped through hoops to keep the seder alive: The highlight of my zeder is probably the same as many others: watching my grandmother try to figure out Zoom.
But at its center was the roasting and eating in family clans of the Passover lamb. Therefore, quite literally, they mean less. As per usual, I was running late to the 6:30 p.m. Zoom seder. He has directly helped so many people, all over the country.
The first thing we lose is physicality. It’s partly a question of bandwidth. I think only people with Aspergers require having a similar experience in order to have empathy. Because it’s so popular, I cook a brisket a couple times a month. My job is to realize I’ve forgotten random ingredients when we have only an hour before the Seder begins. We also lose mutuality. The bones in a bone-in brisket are ribs, which I also love. Which is not so good braised, but lovely on the grill.
As the boys got older the toys were less fun, and I sort of hope that somehow the kids were listening. The presence of a camera makes us more self-conscious. But it was also the most fantastic, hilarious, memorable seder I’ve ever been to (followed closely by last year’s, My uncles might disagree. In the interest of maintaining a civil forum, The Forward requires that all commenters be appropriately respectful toward our writers, other commenters and the subjects of the articles.
‘Twas the night before Passover, and no matzah could be found. I surmise you could part the brisket to braise the level, and flame broil the deckle with the ribs. Egregious commenters or repeat offenders will be banned from commenting. There were challenges, of course, like echoing Ma Lecha Hayam with an audio lag, and bottling my enthusiasm so as not to elongate the seder. Any solution even ones that are unrealistic. But actually, it sort of is, and the silver lining of Zeder is discovering that my kids have embraced this tradition as their own. While we generally do not seek to edit or actively moderate comments, our spam filter prevents most links and certain key words from being posted and the Forward reserves the right to remove comments for any reason. Enter your name and email address below. Its traditions reflect a profound understanding of the role of shared activity in forming identity and cultivating meaning. Like Tinkerbell, my savta withers away without attention, so after a stream of incessant “can we eat yet?” and “can anyone see me?” questions, her engagement melted my heart and painted a picture of the very reason we jumped through hoops to keep the seder alive: The highlight of my zeder is probably the same as many others: watching my grandmother try to figure out Zoom.
But at its center was the roasting and eating in family clans of the Passover lamb. Therefore, quite literally, they mean less. As per usual, I was running late to the 6:30 p.m. Zoom seder. He has directly helped so many people, all over the country.
The first thing we lose is physicality. It’s partly a question of bandwidth. I think only people with Aspergers require having a similar experience in order to have empathy. Because it’s so popular, I cook a brisket a couple times a month. My job is to realize I’ve forgotten random ingredients when we have only an hour before the Seder begins. We also lose mutuality. The bones in a bone-in brisket are ribs, which I also love. Which is not so good braised, but lovely on the grill.
As the boys got older the toys were less fun, and I sort of hope that somehow the kids were listening. The presence of a camera makes us more self-conscious. But it was also the most fantastic, hilarious, memorable seder I’ve ever been to (followed closely by last year’s, My uncles might disagree. In the interest of maintaining a civil forum, The Forward requires that all commenters be appropriately respectful toward our writers, other commenters and the subjects of the articles.
‘Twas the night before Passover, and no matzah could be found. I surmise you could part the brisket to braise the level, and flame broil the deckle with the ribs. Egregious commenters or repeat offenders will be banned from commenting. There were challenges, of course, like echoing Ma Lecha Hayam with an audio lag, and bottling my enthusiasm so as not to elongate the seder. Any solution even ones that are unrealistic. But actually, it sort of is, and the silver lining of Zeder is discovering that my kids have embraced this tradition as their own. While we generally do not seek to edit or actively moderate comments, our spam filter prevents most links and certain key words from being posted and the Forward reserves the right to remove comments for any reason. Enter your name and email address below. Its traditions reflect a profound understanding of the role of shared activity in forming identity and cultivating meaning. Like Tinkerbell, my savta withers away without attention, so after a stream of incessant “can we eat yet?” and “can anyone see me?” questions, her engagement melted my heart and painted a picture of the very reason we jumped through hoops to keep the seder alive: The highlight of my zeder is probably the same as many others: watching my grandmother try to figure out Zoom.
But at its center was the roasting and eating in family clans of the Passover lamb. Therefore, quite literally, they mean less. As per usual, I was running late to the 6:30 p.m. Zoom seder. He has directly helped so many people, all over the country.
The first thing we lose is physicality. It’s partly a question of bandwidth. I think only people with Aspergers require having a similar experience in order to have empathy. Because it’s so popular, I cook a brisket a couple times a month. My job is to realize I’ve forgotten random ingredients when we have only an hour before the Seder begins. We also lose mutuality. The bones in a bone-in brisket are ribs, which I also love. Which is not so good braised, but lovely on the grill.
As the boys got older the toys were less fun, and I sort of hope that somehow the kids were listening. The presence of a camera makes us more self-conscious. But it was also the most fantastic, hilarious, memorable seder I’ve ever been to (followed closely by last year’s, My uncles might disagree. In the interest of maintaining a civil forum, The Forward requires that all commenters be appropriately respectful toward our writers, other commenters and the subjects of the articles.
"It's the foundational story of Judaism, and that means a lot to me as a Jew," says Barbara. Nice photograph of your passover plate being readied. How will someone bring up the fact that Jews are free but Palestinians are not free if there is no way to interrupt the usual script?
‘Twas the night before Passover, and no matzah could be found. I surmise you could part the brisket to braise the level, and flame broil the deckle with the ribs. Egregious commenters or repeat offenders will be banned from commenting. There were challenges, of course, like echoing Ma Lecha Hayam with an audio lag, and bottling my enthusiasm so as not to elongate the seder. Any solution even ones that are unrealistic. But actually, it sort of is, and the silver lining of Zeder is discovering that my kids have embraced this tradition as their own. While we generally do not seek to edit or actively moderate comments, our spam filter prevents most links and certain key words from being posted and the Forward reserves the right to remove comments for any reason. Enter your name and email address below. Its traditions reflect a profound understanding of the role of shared activity in forming identity and cultivating meaning. Like Tinkerbell, my savta withers away without attention, so after a stream of incessant “can we eat yet?” and “can anyone see me?” questions, her engagement melted my heart and painted a picture of the very reason we jumped through hoops to keep the seder alive: The highlight of my zeder is probably the same as many others: watching my grandmother try to figure out Zoom.
But at its center was the roasting and eating in family clans of the Passover lamb. Therefore, quite literally, they mean less. As per usual, I was running late to the 6:30 p.m. Zoom seder. He has directly helped so many people, all over the country.
The first thing we lose is physicality. It’s partly a question of bandwidth. I think only people with Aspergers require having a similar experience in order to have empathy. Because it’s so popular, I cook a brisket a couple times a month. My job is to realize I’ve forgotten random ingredients when we have only an hour before the Seder begins. We also lose mutuality. The bones in a bone-in brisket are ribs, which I also love. Which is not so good braised, but lovely on the grill.
As the boys got older the toys were less fun, and I sort of hope that somehow the kids were listening. The presence of a camera makes us more self-conscious. But it was also the most fantastic, hilarious, memorable seder I’ve ever been to (followed closely by last year’s, My uncles might disagree. In the interest of maintaining a civil forum, The Forward requires that all commenters be appropriately respectful toward our writers, other commenters and the subjects of the articles.