Seder has come and gone, but I'm still here. Phew. It was hectic and maddening, but there were tons of friends and good food and I was even a bit drunk off of the fruit punch jew wine. In the chaos I forgot to serve an entire course, the salad course. Now I have to eat a salad for twenty before it all wilts away to mush. I think this could be a really good reality show pitch. "She's looking for romance in a salad bowl but could end up with a stale crouton of love". It's like the bachelorette meets an eating competition. Don't steal my idea before I have time to copyright it!
Next year I'm going to be the in-house entertainment. Me and little red are going to rock the songs of passover. Dayenu to you (insert sweet guitar riffs with melodic singing here).
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
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