Happy Festival of Passover.
On the fourteenth day, at dusk, we eat the lamb with unleavened bread and bitter greens, with feet shod and loins girded. And any lamb left over from the whole roasted lamb, is not to remain until the morning, it is to be burnt entirely in the fire.
That’s what I recall from the reading.
And that’s why I don’t keep the feast, just the remembrance. I don’t have the means to roast a whole lamb, and I don’t have a physical community with which to share the extra meat.
I have purchased unleavened crackers. And I will rid the property of items that contain leaven tomorrow, as the First Day of Unleavened Bread, Hag HaMatzot, begins at sundown and will last for seven days. I will also bake unleavened bread tomorrow, using a favorite recipe.
Just like any other restriction, just before the deadline, you’ll find me cramming in samples of the restricted item, slice by slice, piece by piece, bit by bit. I’ve enjoyed buns and pound cake and toast and cookies and crackers this week.
It will be good for me to refrain for seven days. Likely a shock to my system, considering the past month of over indulging on bread and baked stuffs. I’m ready though.
I’m somber already, as the Holy Days always strike me as such sorrowful times. I simply don’t consider them to be the celebrations they were meant to be, when I’m living in exile.
But I’m extremely thankful to be able to observe the Holy Days.