In Ah Vinkele Shtayt...

"It was a warm and sunny Tuesday morning.
The clock on the nightstand read 11:30.
Two young maidens lay fast asleep in their cots, oblivious to the holiness and beauty of the day outside.
A gasp upon awakening.
Alas, the hour so late!
Whatever to do?
A mad dash was made to the house of worship where festive holiday prayers were nearing their end.

The chazzan, a young wippersnapper from Rostov imported for his incredible cantorial capabilities and range of both note and emotion stood at the lecturn.
Musaf never sounded so sweet.
Tears flowed down the cheeks of the young boy's mother, her heart swelling with pride.
For a moment the small, cozy shteeble seemed to transform into another shteeble, somewhere far away near the Don River.
But let us not get caught in the Russian forest.
Let us rather follow this happy congregation to the home of the Rabbi where the race was on to prepare yet another fresh and delicious masterpiece for the now starving worshippers.

Humility will not allow for us to tell of the obvious amazingness of certain maidens who worked endlessly, attempting to alter the flavor of this holiday feast using the only two ingredients allowed in the cooking competition.
Lemon juice and Salt.

Many soulful melodies were sung round the "room in the heart, room in the home" dining room table that warm and sunny Tuesday afternoon...



-excerpts from "Little Pesach in Los Al" Available in paperback wherever it is sold.


Whatta wondaful week it was.
My feet hurt from the brown suede platforms I wore to shul today.
My hands hurt from doing a million dishes and ripping out the kitchen.
My head hurts from who knows what.

But mine heart is full.
Dank Dem Aibishter.

Pesach was awesome.
My family rocks the hizzy.

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How was your pesach?
(In 20 words or more)

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