A poem in blank verse
They met and married in the seventies, several years after their Aliyah from the Soviet Union, a regime which had stripped their families of Jewish knowledge and traditions. Very few Jews were granted visas for emigration in those years, as leaving the Mother Land was considered betrayal. Israel transformed them; they were reborn as free Jews. Identifying as non-religious, they nonetheless adopted a Jewish way of life. They gave up consuming meat with dairy, as well as pork; my Mama learned how to prepare some traditional Jewish dishes, which she then introduced him to. One Passover, she made matzah brie, which he loved, although he could have done without the added vegetables. That is the backstory to Passovers as I experienced them every year of my childhood. My Papa was two things: an early riser; a man of simple taste. Vegetables had no place in his matzah brie - only matzah, eggs, water, oil, a touch of salt. Oh, and mayonnaise - always mayonnaise. Mama never rose early enough to add vegetables. I dare say that matzah brie matters more to me than observing the Passover seder (heretic that I am). Every single morning of Passover, except Shabbat (religulous Jew that I am), I cook matzah brie for myself. My wife doesn't eat it, sadly, nor does our young daughter, although I hold out hope that she will prepare it for her children someday.
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99 thoughts on “Hold the vegetables, or: Salted with my tears”
Some traditions are simply preserved by passing them on. A nice one, David. 🙂
💜💗 Terveen 💗💜
Anything with Brie ( and that’s my daughters name ) would work for me David! Sweet memories! ❤️
❤ Cindy ❤ – the only thing is – that in the case of matzah brie the word brie is pronounced like bry, rather than like the cheese.
OH THAT’S MY DAUGHTER’s SPELLING TOO! 👏👏
😲 No way! 😲
WAY.. give name Bryana and she goes by Bry these days and even left it on her v.m. but I’m her mom.. i like her given name.. hahah like my mom like Cynthia! 🤣 I did change mine once at a retreat to Thea..thought it would satisfy all. lol.. then when someone called me I didn’t like the ring of it and said “you have the wrong number” hahahahhaha
😊 Cute 😊
There is something special about food traditions of families. Thanks for sharing a slice of your family history. ❤️
My kids too don’t like a couple of things my husband and I enjoy.
in my daughter’s case, it’s because she’s ~7-years-old – she just doesn’t eat many different kinds of food yet…
My daughter, since she was around two, has not liked yoghurt/curd and still does not.