Every year around this time my Father would always go somewhere and bring back a whole bag of matzoh - a Jewish unleavened flat bread, which we then kept in an old pillowcase for the rest of the year. I never knew where he bought it and had no idea what it was for, but it was good with chicken soup instead of crackers (we didn’t have crackers), it was good on its own, and my Mom used to make a great matzoh omelet, still one of my favorites to this day (soon to be featured).
Years later I learned what it was all about – the Jewish Holiday of Passover, but my childhood memory remained: reaching in the old pillowcase and crunching on a square sheet of matzoh. The story had been told millions of times and the rules and tradions are described in detail, so I am just leaving you with the song:
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