There will be feasting and dancing in Jerusalem next year
Despite having spent all of yesterday and most of today in recovery from Saturday, actually, it was a very nice Seder. I made a lamb tagine with prunes and apricots. My brother forgot to bring the fruit slices, but we had a miniature hazelnut cake on hand. Viking Zen brought salad and a quite nice kosher red wine, the philosopher brought conversation, and Audrey brought a large white stuffed dog named Spot, I can only assume because it had none. There were kneydlekh and gefilte fish. There was charoses made with the wooden bowl and chopper that were my great-grandmother's. There was a lot more chocolate-covered matzah than I thought we had in the house. Chag sameach, all. I shall go back to recovering now.

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We had the same tradition for years, but eventually the wooden bowl splintered and the chopper dulled, and my arms gave out, and now we usually use the food processor.
But this year Josh did all the chopping by hand, or almost all--I made him give me a turn even though I couldn't last very long, because it was very important to me, that feeling of the chopper in the hand and the thunk and scrape against the wood.
Chag sameach! I'm glad you had a good Seder.
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Next year with no food on the floor,
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Thank you! It's a good memory of you, too.
(I'm also messing around with lj to avoid working :-)
(That's perfectly fair.)