Saturday I’m taking gefilte fish to a pot-luck Seder. This year the moons, planets, and stars aligned so that Passover and Easter occur together. My church is holding a Seder with our Jewish friends and family to share those tenets we have in common and to celebrate each other’s faith.
Gefilte fish is meant to be served chilled, I gather. I have never had it, and I do not look forward to it. I was told to get the kind with jelly, not just a marinade. I’m sure it’s wonderful. Surely. Not everybody has had cracklins corn bread or chilled souse either…
When you consider all the yucky foods of the world, gefilte fish doesn’t seem so bad. Souse, for instance. Tongue. (A very fine Chinese restaurant I know serves duck tongues. My son ate them, right in front of me.) Raw oysters. Brussel sprouts. Gefilte fish starting to sound pretty good.
Most of all I’m interested in the music. Our choir has been going over the songs everyone will sing at the Seder. Wonderful stuff. And I’m keen to hear and see and experience the solemnity and joy of Passover with our friends.
Blessed be and Mazel tov!