I spent the morning on Court Street shopping for the seder.

Staubitz, the "beenthereforeverhopetheystaythereforever" butcher was busy with brisket shoppers. At the "beenthereforeverhopetheystaythereforever" vegetable shop, I picked up dill, bitter herbs, carrots, celery.

Diaper Diva, with a Citarella bag full of gefilte fish and horseradish, came over and cooked the brisket. She’s the one who has my mother’s pot roast recipe memorized. The roast has been cooking and cooking and cooking for hours in the biggest pot I’ve got.

Oops. Forgot the matzoh. Out to Seventh Avenue for matzoh, wine, sherbert, napkins. Last minute stuff.

The table is set – a very springy green tablecloth, green plates, puple tulips and some kind of pink flower. We always use the good silver. There’s something so special about
"the good silver."

Now that OSFO and Teen Spirit are older, I am going to use a more traditional Hagadah. For years, we’ve used wonderful children’s book called "The Four Questions" by novelist Lynn Sharon Schwartz. It’s beautifully written with fun, animal illustrations. Maybe this year, they’re ready for a real Hagadah.

I usually lead the seder (Hepcat isn’t Jewish and my father usually defers to me and my longstanding interest in Judaism).  Everyone gets a chance to read – I put Post-It notes on the pages to designate who’s reading. Teen Spirit has already told me he wants to read the plagues.

The guests (my father, stepmother, sister, brother-in-law, and Ducky) will be here soon.
Oh. I think I hear the doorbell…