Behold one view of last night's Seder and no, I did not bring the palm crosses. Those were lovingly placed on the table by someone from the Episcopal frond of my friend's multi-faith family. I had other issues.
Because I've been gluten-free since October, our colloquy went something like this:
Me: "Can't eat the matzoh or matzoh balls."
She: "Oh no! Then you can't have my matzoh kugle."
Me: "Darn, I was really looking forward to being constipated for a month."
She: "Well, there will be brisket."
I didn't even have time to chant dayenu before she continued,
"And, we'll have appetizers ─ chopped liver, herring, and shrimp."
