Ach! can I tell you? I’ve been dying to make matzoh for years now, years I tell you- so why was I waiting? What was so important that I had to put it off to now?
Nothing but a good impetus.
For many, many years I hosted Easter at my loft. Two long tables were placed in the middle of the space and I would run small vases of bright flowers down the middle. Tucked in amongst the blooms I placed my china bunnies and birds and nests. I always really loved Easter because the menu is completely open. The traditions are all ours and who can resist the pastels and the colors?
20-30 people would gather around the table. My favorite thing to make were small potato nests that I filled with two little bocconcini and nestled amongst tender lettuces. So beautiful!
And the desserts! A chocolate cake in the shape of a lamb with white buttercream icing, lemon tartlets, homemade ice creams and long before they were fashionable- homemade marshmallows.
However this year my lamb mould did not see the light of day. Instead my kids and I will be joining my cousin Patty and her fiancé’s family who are all Jewish. Since we will be having dinner on Sunday, and since it’s not quite Passover- Patty is calling it East-over, which as she said, “Sounds better than Pass-ster”.
So, getting my Jewish on, I decided to make matzoh. Shiksa Matzoh. I’ve been dragging this recipe around for so many years I hate to admit it. A super simple thing to make, I just never got around to it.
After covering myself in flour and working out the kinks of matzoh making, I finally got a flan into the oven- my family’s little tradition that I will bring to the table. There is room and a place for all things.
