Passover and Easter SHE Shouldn’ts
My husband, who was Lutheran, had never seen a Passover before. We had invited a group of people over for Seder. He thought since it was a “party”, he needed to make sure everyone had a good time. Imagine his surprise when I didn’t permit him to come in the house with a case of beer (beer is considered “leavened” and is not permitted during the week of Passover), and his disappointment when he had to give the beer to the neighbor next door!
Laughing in Texas!
I’ve made matzo balls from ‘scratch’ for Passover every year that I hosted the Seder at my home. You make them like dumplings, cooked in hot water, and then put them into warm or hot chicken soup until you’re ready to heat the soup for serving.
This one year, since I was having fewer guests than usual, I made my soup in a smaller pot, a cast iron so-called Dutch-Oven. When the matzo balls were done, I put them into my soup, as I always did.But , by the time dinner was ready to be served, the matzo balls had all turned a very nice shade of light green. This was because cast iron pots put off copper (which is good for you), but copper turns things green.
All was not lost, however, the soup was good and the matzo balls tasted fine. We just all had a great laugh over St Patrick’s Passover!!
I am Jewish by choice and married into a wonderful and large family. We hosted a Passover Seder at our condo about 8 years ago, and the tables were crammed in to accommodate our 14 family members, with the youngest practically sitting on the front porch. We had two beloved black cats, who prowled around the alarming transformations in our living room/dining area with increasing disapproval. It is obligatory to tell the story of Passover during the holiday meal or seder, and there are props on a special plate which play an important role in the telling. Central to those is the shank bone which symbolizes the lamb’s blood that was sprinkled on the doorposts by the Jewish families, so that the angel of death would pass over those homes.
Just as our guests arrived, I proudly placed our beautiful white china seder plate complete with all its items onto the table. Our little cat, Horus, leapt nimbly onto the back of the couch, then to the table and made off with the shank bone, heading to the basement. After the laughter stopped, we had to substitute a drumstick. We never did find the shank bone. Now we leave the seder plate prepared and covered in the fridge until the guests are seated. And we sequester our beloved felines.
Wishing you peaceful, happy Spring holidays, a happy Easter, a happy Passover, a Happy Equinox.
Flying in Farmington Hills, Michigan
My story is one of proper preparation and writing lists. Last year my little moppets and I were very good about keeping the feast, purging the house of yeast products. Then, for the duration of the holiday, everyday for lunch we ate matzah with Vegemite. At the end of the holiday I made a ghastly realization. Vegemite is Brewer’s Yeast!!! Oh no!!!!!!!
I have written it into my holiday control journal to make sure I remove the Vegemite from the house as well as the flours!!!!
Flybaby in Brisbane, Australia
This is my funny, hectic Easter story.
For six months, I was trying to sell our home in Oklahoma while my husband was already working in Georgia. So, I was essentially a single mom, trying to do it all on my own. Easter Eve came along and I did my normal shopping, except this week I purchased two dozen eggs instead of the usual one dozen (one dozen to hard boil for coloring, one dozen to eat). My three children and I spent the evening coloring one dozen eggs. After we were finished, I put them away until the next day.
During our Easter lunch, I brought out the colored eggs to eat. Now was my time to show my kids just how to open a hard boiled egg. Just smack it on the table and yes I did. My children and I had colored the 12 raw eggs! We did have a VERY colorful time each morning that week at breakfast. We are still laughing about it to this day.
This is about the greatest SHE I ever knew, my mom, MSRIP. Though we were Jewish, she followed the Easter custom of hiding decorated eggs about the house. But being a SHE, she didn’t count them first of course. Being a perfectionist, they were real hard-boiled eggs. One hot, southern spring, we enjoyed this custom, ate the eggs promptly and looked forward to a nice spring…until a week later when a stench appeared. We will never know why she thought her underwear drawer was a good place to hide one!
Hiding only plastic eggs in Schenectady, NY
My mom was the original SHE in our family. One Easter we noticed awful odor coming from my sister’s basket. Yup. Mom had put it away the year before without checking to make sure it was completely empty. A year old egg was the source of the smell.
If an egg is stuck in the egg carton, SHE’s shouldn’t turn the carton upside down to get it out! All the raw eggs will fall out and break! Yes, I admit it…I did it! That’s what happens when you’re too rushed and not paying attention! ;-P
My DH’s family has a tradition of hiding the Easter baskets for the children. When the kids get up they search for there own basket. My FIL put one in the oven and my MIL didn’t know it was in there and turned the oven on to bake the hot cross buns and with in about 2-3 minutes the basket caught fire! There is nothing smellier than burnt plastic wrappers, Easter grass, wicker, and chocolate. When the fire was safely out them mess was horrible and for 3 months every time she turned on the oven she was reminded of Easter gone wrong!
My ds was 3 yrs old and it was the night before Easter. Everyone was coming over for Easter dinner after church so I was crisis cleaning and trying to prepare food. I must have laid down at some time after 2am and I wasn’t going to sleep, “just rest.” Well next thing I knew it was morning and my son was waking me up saying the Easter bunny forgot him! The night before I had put his empty basket on the kitchen table to fill it, but I had fallen asleep. So, instead of waking up to find his basket full from the Easter bunny it was completely empty!!! The look on his face was pure devastation. I had to do some quick thinking and told him the Easter bunny used a different basket and hid it somewhere for him to find. I told him to get dressed and then he could look for his basket. While he got dressed I quickly got a different basket, filled it and hid it. Everything worked out fine after that, but I felt absolutely terrible!!
Dear FlyLady & Crew,
I was a single Mom for nine years, until just a year and-a-half ago. One of my funniest moments was the Easter when my DD’s were three-and-a-half and one-and-a-half. I had given my 1-yr-old DD her bath and had her all dressed in her Easter finery. Then, my 3-yr-old DD awoke, and I had planned on using the same bath water for the main washing, then rinsing her off with fresh water. I went in the other room to get her for her bath, and when I came in, there was my 1-yr-old DD in the tub, dress, tights, and all, with her little skirt drifting on the top of the water. (Thankfully, she was not “dressed to shoes,” LOL) I really wanted her to wear that particular dress, because it had a matching hat. So, what did I do? I turned up the heat, set her down on the heat vent, and had her sit there while her dress dried. Poor kiddo! Why did I have to be such a perfectionist?!? Oh, well. We have a good chuckle about it now.
FLYing in Washington State
One Easter in my SHEness I was running late to the Easter sunrise service and decided to take a shortcut up the steep hill to where the service was being held. Of course they had changed the direction they were facing from the year before and when I got to the top of the hill expecting to slip into the service unnoticed, I was now at the front of the group… and disrupted the whole service.
I married young. I was 20 and my husband 27. We bought our first house when I was 24 and thought it would be a wonderful (naive) idea to have over our families for Easter. Our dining room is small (but that’s ok because our family came to see us not our house). My husband prepared a beautiful dinner. Ham and roast beef because one member won’t eat ham and he didn’t even come. I digress. My job was to set the table. Fine china (a wedding gift we use once a year), water glasses and cloth napkins. 2 sets of Grandparents 4 adults and 2 toddlers. We all sat down at the dining room table. A beautiful meal before us, we bowed our heads to pray. It was a little warm in the dining room (being right next to the kitchen and all those warm bodies) so I turned up the ceiling fan. Big mistake. No sooner did I pull the chain for it go a little faster than big chunks of dust came flying down all over our dinner. Not little pieces of dust, big chunks of dust (easier to clean up mind you). On the roast, ham, potatoes, water glasses, green beans, etc… everyone laughed and was very nice about it but I was very embarrassed.
Now when I plan to have people over I grab my feather duster and dust the ceiling fan before I set the table. (lol) Dianne in Illinois
I will never forget the year that my mother-in-law (a BO) decided that she was going to make the biggest Easter Egg hunt possible for the kids. However, she had so many things to do the morning of Easter (most of the items I wouldn’t have even had on my list since I’m a SHE) she decided to hide the Easter Eggs outside before going to bed. I think that in some climates this might not have been a problem. However, in Texas, it’s a problem. She had not taped the eggs shut either.
The next morning, the kids started running through the yard gathering eggs and at first it seemed OK, and the kids were having a good time. Then came the first problem, we counted eggs and there were a bunch missing. Poor MIL, it had been dark and she was tired, she couldn’t remember where she put them all. Then the kids started opening the eggs, most were fine, but several had ants in them–and not sweet little sugar ants–fire ants! We also found some that were half full of water because she forgot to turn off the sprinklers. Not to mention that the kids messed up their Easter clothes running around on the wet lawn.
Needless to say, after that year, all eggs are taped up, nothing is put out the night before, the kids change after the hunt, and the sprinklers are always turned off! Also, MIL will allow other “Easter Bunnies” to assist with the hiding of the eggs.
SHE’s shouldn’t be in such a hurry to clean up after inviting the whole family over to dinner that we dump too much stuff down the garbage disposer all at once and clog the pipes so that the rest of the Holiday is spent washing dishes in the bathtub while the men argue over how to clear the drain:)
During the first year of my marriage, I successfully prepared and served Easter dinner for my husband and his family (Gasp. Could it really be true?). Later in the fall (that same year), I invited a group of friends over for a Friday night dinner. We decided on potluck, and one of my friends brought over a casserole that needed to be reheated. With all our guests gathered in my kitchen, I preheated my oven. Things seemed to be going great until we saw smoke rising from the back of the stove and along the top of my oven door. Just as my smoke alarm began screaming, I opened my oven door and (to the sound of my friends cracking up with laughter) pulled out a smoldering package of . . . good grief . . . biscuits leftover from Easter dinner!
Things have changed quite a bit since my Flywashing. LOL.
Here’s to all of us who FLY!!!!
Flygal in Chicago
SHE’s shouldn’t . . .
Put turkey giblets on to boil on a beautiful spring day without setting a timer she takes with her when she decides on an impulse to go outside for “just a minute.” She might decide to cut the grass and forget about them until they boil dry, burn, and smoke up the whole house. It wasn’t discovered until my daughter went inside for something a while later. It was Good Friday 2 years ago, and we were expecting 20-30+ people the next day. Our house did not smell especially pretty–thank goodness it was warm so we could open the windows to continue airing it out!
an Alabama flybaby
SHEs shouldn’t start sewing a special dress for Easter morning the night before, especially after their DD has gone to bed and is not available for fittings! Even if the dress turns out perfect, the process won’t be pretty!
Thank You for all you do!
Tina in AL
One Easter I decided to hard boil 3 dozen bantum eggs so that my preschool class could have the fun of dying the eggs. I put all the eggs in a stockpot, filled it with water, turned it on and went out to dinner with my hubby and some friends….hmmm, I think that I thought I’d turned the heat off, but probably just totally forgot that I’d even started the eggs.
While we were eating, our friends casually asked what we had planned for Easter weekend. I started to chat about my plans for my class, when suddenly I remembered the eggs, in the pot, on the stove with the heat most definitely on! Oh my goodness!
I ran out of the restaurant, drove home, and entered the house to find that luckily, though the water had boiled off, the eggs had not yet exploded. However, the lid had suctioned onto the stockpot and I couldn’t get it off.
I got the bright idea to run some hot water over the lid, to equalize the air pressure; unfortunately, the water wasn’t hot enough and my lid imploded. I heard a bang and the lid sucked downward and the knob popped off, flying into the air high enough to hit the ceiling and leave a mark.
At this point, I just put the whole pot into the fridge, went back to the restaurant and refused to tell my hubby what had happened. LOL, he did wonder about the odd dent in the ceiling, but is used to wacky things happening and never did hear the whole story.