First Things First

After lunch on the second day of Pesach, my sister-in-law and I are schmoozing in the kitchen as we put the food away and my husband takes coffee orders.

“Do you have Sanka?” asks my sister-in-law.

“No,” he says, “I bought the decaf Nescafé.”

“Right, with the Chasam Sofer hashgachah. It’s Swiss Water, not a bad decaf,” she says.

My husband reaches in the pantry for the jar of decaf. He holds it out to her. “Nescafé Clásico,” he says. “OU.”