I am not fond of the Pesach (passover) seder. Waiting hours for food while telling and retelling the same timeless tales of frogs and Pharaohs has never been my forte. On top of this, I just get completely maddened by the tradition of having every kid say the Ma Nishtana in three different languages while all the gray haired folks at the table smile like idiots and egg them on. In fact whenever I am at a Ma Nishtana intensive seder I have visions of me shoving forkfuls of maror down all the kids throats and holding the charoset high above their heads while watching their sinuses clear out like a breach in the Hoover Dam. Read the rest of this entry »