Sick for Passover

So just when I thought I’d escape the wrath of the bug that’s plagued my mom and brother, it strikes. Badly. So now I’m stuck here at home sick for the second day, preparing to miss another musical rehearsal and tackle a whole bunch of make-up work.
But hopefully tomorrow, Passover, will cheer me up.


Luckily for me, my nose isn’t quite stuffed-up enough to block out the delicious aroma of Passover food baking in the kitchen. Brisket and two kinds of kugal, or noodle pudding. Yum. My parents have this special way of making the brisket by letting beer soak into it overnight in the fridge. That way, when they cook it, it makes the meat nice and tender. It’s one of my favorite foods. Ever.
Except during Passover, we’re not supposed to have anything that has grain or wheat in it…
Shh, just don’t tell my grandma.
Despite the fact that I could be working on some schoolwork, I have made myself worthwhile… I set the table. (Innocent smile.) Yes, accomplishment of the day!
And my friend in school is texting me, reporting details of a revolutionary pencil drop in Spanish class. Oh yes, I am certainly missing quite the educational experience.
Alright, enough with the sarcasm, you say!
Anyway, back to Passover… Good times, Passover is. One of the better Jewish holidays, I’d say. I probably wouldn’t be saying that if I actually kept Passover – as in, I’d actually not eat bread or grains or anything with corn syrup. But no lightning bolts have struck me yet, so I guess I’m safe. I suppose I’m just excited about the food, really, because Jewish food is really scrumptious. If you’ve never attended the Jewish Festival, which always takes place in April, you’re missing out. Majorly missing out. That’s some good eatin’ right there.
Besides the brisket and kugal, Mom’s also made some matzah ball soup, which is always good. I also happen to have a taste for parsley dipped in salt water and charoset, which is a mixture of chopped apples and nuts, cinnamon, and either wine or grape juice. Mmm, I can’t wait!
I’ll pass on the maror, aka horseradish, and the gefilte fish, though.
Well, I think I’ve rambled on long enough. Back to pointlessly surfing the Internet and procrastinating.
And sneezing my head off. Ah-choo.

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One Response to Sick for Passover

  1. Ariel says:

    hey I keep on getting alot of communcations from your wife. I am amnon and thought I shold warn you. espcially of her slutty past back in England

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