We didn’t have Haggados for each person, and certainly there were none for children. My grandfather had one, and perhaps the other men as well
As told to Elana Sotil by her mother, Kathy Barukh
ASI step into the kosher grocery store, I feel my heart expand wide like the vast ocean I recently crossed.
I walk through the aisles slowly, passing shelf after shelf filled with an abundance of processed, packaged, imported kosher foods that I could never have imagined possible as a child. Milk, yogurts, cheeses, jams, cookies, crackers, ice creams — so many choices, so many varieties. When Pesach arrives, I expect all these options to disappear. But they don’t. Instead, new products made especially for Pesach replace them.
Finally, I reach the last aisle at the back. The shelves are lined, stacked high with perfectly square boxed matzah. I marvel at the shape: we grew up only eating round matza, and it certainly never came in boxes.
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