The Second Night
On the first night, we had Indian food: chicken tikka masala, saag paneer, unleavened bread, raita -- I drank Hendricks instead of four glasses and she had a mango daquiri. Totally successful seder.
The second night we had leftovers in memory of the rush to get out of Egypt. Very tasty.
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On the first night we had a simple dinner for three, reunited with the promise of the second night.
On the second night, nonreligious and atheist jews awkwardly and neurotically made their way through a politically incorrect hagadah, and the discussion was limited. Not a word about Gitmo or the left bank (or the foreclosing banks, or the highway robbery banks). But, a day of cooking was not wasted and all ate, with the child knocking back the eggs as if he was cool handed Luke.
The sisters got along delightfully and our Iranian guest (no, not Eliaju)realized the similarities between Hebrew and Farsi words.
The following morning, it was back on the toilet reading Hawaian history in The Nation - wonderful article.
Next year in Somerville!
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