Gefilte fish and neurotic women

Ritualistic details for the Passover seder

I survived my first Passover seder. We had the kids with us and in total we were 12 people, out of which 5 were children. Out of the adults two women hate each others guts and I was hoping for a habitual cat-fight between two neurotic Jewish bitches, but to my disappointment they both behaved well, although the tension in the room was on several occasions palpable.

The Seder involves a retelling of the story of the liberation of the Israelites from slavery in ancient Egypt. Yoram, who is the head of the family (sic!), lead the reading of the text, the Haggadah. In a secular family like this, the pages are run through in a pace that made it completely impossible for me to follow, although all these kinds of texts are written with niqqud and everything. People just want to get it over with and start eating. And ate we did. Loads. I even liked the Gefilte fish, which is a dish not even most Ashkenazi Jews are especially fond of, but since I like Abba's Fiskbullar in Sweden, this was not too different. Out of politeness we took loads of food with us home, loads of food that I don't want to see until earliest on Sukkot in September, but what can you do? You don't mess with a Jewish Mum!

The Haggadah