I think I realized that my mother is an aspiring-Jewish Mother when she tried to send a third box of matzo back to campus with me for Passover.
But I’m pretty sure that it would take a deeply ambitious person to finish more than a box. Eating matzo is kind of like trying to do the Saltine challenge. Every single meal.
Otherwise, Mom has done a rockin’ good job jumping on the Passover Party Bus. She and Dad made me a Kosher for Passover (K for P) care package pre-holiday and for Easter she made a beef roast, asparagus, and indian potatoes so that Marcus and I would be able to eat.
And last night when I went home, she had made me a flourless curry for lunch on Thursday and we had matzo ball soup and caesar salad with homemade dressing for dinner. Really, it’s been incredible.