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Tonight, rebecca and I are going to celebrate Passover. Only, without the traditional seder-thingy. Because more than the energy of two tuckered out people is required to pull off a whole evening of ceremonial matzah eating and wine drinking, and parsley dipping and so on. So we're going to think real hard about the meaning of passover while we have chicken soup with matzah balls, matzah, and chicken wings. Also coleslaw - like chicken wings, not a traditional item, but delicious. And a tradition in its own right from the jewish side of the family, anyhow.
I am going to do my part of the cooking while simulaneously practicing this crazy piece, that funnily enough, turns out i am supposed to perform TOMMOROW.
Surprise!
It's my own disorganized self's fault.
But it's not a very nice surprise
I am going to do my part of the cooking while simulaneously practicing this crazy piece, that funnily enough, turns out i am supposed to perform TOMMOROW.
Surprise!
It's my own disorganized self's fault.
But it's not a very nice surprise