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eveglassIt's been a long time since I've been so happy to have pie. This is a direct consequence of the fact that this is the first year in a long time where I actually tried to stick with the rules of Passover.
For the last few years when I was living with my mom, I didn't bother to keep kosher for Passover. She didn't care, and neither did I. But Marc does, and since moving in with him, I've tried to be supportive. Last year, this meant that I kept kosher for Passover while I was at home and ate what I wanted outside the house when I wasn't with my boyfriend. But this year, we decided we were both going to try to be good for the full week of Passover.
Well, for certain values of "good," anyway. We used our regular dishes, because we don't have a second set and using paper plates for a full week would be wasteful. We didn't get rid of any chametz (foods forbidden for Passover) in our pantries, though we did refrain from eating them. We're both on a tight budget, and buying all that food again after Passover would have been a rather large expense. As a concession to taste buds and practicality, we decided to stick with the Sephardi rules that allow rice, corn, and beans, even though we're both Ashkenazi (whose traditions are much stricter). Finally, in a display of complete irony, we didn't try to stick with the regular-for-the-year kashrut (kosher) laws; we had plenty of meals with both meat and milk, for example.
That said, those laws that we agreed to, we stuck to. It was hard to break a lot of my traditions. I forwent my usual breakfast of oatmeal or toast with peanut butter (both of which are forbidden, even by Sephardi rules) in favor of mazto or mazto brei. I had to figure out what to do about snacks when downtown; my usual standbys are generally bagels, muffins, or Jamaican patties, because they're cheap (less than $2.00). Nothing else I could eat was nearly that cheap or accessible. Even when my Thursday night GM very kindly made a quinoa pilaf for the two players observing Passover (quinoa is kosher for Passover, despite being a grain), he *also* tossed some Italian bread into the oven, and it was a physical effort of will not to eat any. I can honestly say that there was not a single day of Passover when I wasn't tempted in some way or another.
I did cheat once: I went to Ben & Jerry's and the "milk and cookies" flavor was calling to me. It's got cookie dough in it, meaning it's definitely not kosher for Passover. I had it anyway. But only one cheat is far less than I normally do, and I consider the week to be an overall success.
Marc and I celebrated the end of Passover by going out to Rockaberry's for pie. It was excellent. And I've already done groceries and picked up a loaf of bread so I can have toast for breakfast tomorrow. Because while I'm all for solidarity, I'm also all for baked goods, and it's time to bring them back into my life.
For the last few years when I was living with my mom, I didn't bother to keep kosher for Passover. She didn't care, and neither did I. But Marc does, and since moving in with him, I've tried to be supportive. Last year, this meant that I kept kosher for Passover while I was at home and ate what I wanted outside the house when I wasn't with my boyfriend. But this year, we decided we were both going to try to be good for the full week of Passover.
Well, for certain values of "good," anyway. We used our regular dishes, because we don't have a second set and using paper plates for a full week would be wasteful. We didn't get rid of any chametz (foods forbidden for Passover) in our pantries, though we did refrain from eating them. We're both on a tight budget, and buying all that food again after Passover would have been a rather large expense. As a concession to taste buds and practicality, we decided to stick with the Sephardi rules that allow rice, corn, and beans, even though we're both Ashkenazi (whose traditions are much stricter). Finally, in a display of complete irony, we didn't try to stick with the regular-for-the-year kashrut (kosher) laws; we had plenty of meals with both meat and milk, for example.
That said, those laws that we agreed to, we stuck to. It was hard to break a lot of my traditions. I forwent my usual breakfast of oatmeal or toast with peanut butter (both of which are forbidden, even by Sephardi rules) in favor of mazto or mazto brei. I had to figure out what to do about snacks when downtown; my usual standbys are generally bagels, muffins, or Jamaican patties, because they're cheap (less than $2.00). Nothing else I could eat was nearly that cheap or accessible. Even when my Thursday night GM very kindly made a quinoa pilaf for the two players observing Passover (quinoa is kosher for Passover, despite being a grain), he *also* tossed some Italian bread into the oven, and it was a physical effort of will not to eat any. I can honestly say that there was not a single day of Passover when I wasn't tempted in some way or another.
I did cheat once: I went to Ben & Jerry's and the "milk and cookies" flavor was calling to me. It's got cookie dough in it, meaning it's definitely not kosher for Passover. I had it anyway. But only one cheat is far less than I normally do, and I consider the week to be an overall success.
Marc and I celebrated the end of Passover by going out to Rockaberry's for pie. It was excellent. And I've already done groceries and picked up a loaf of bread so I can have toast for breakfast tomorrow. Because while I'm all for solidarity, I'm also all for baked goods, and it's time to bring them back into my life.
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Date: 2011-04-30 03:32 pm (UTC)