One thing that separates me from most bloggers is I”m not all that “religilous”.
I don’t often talk about my religion as it doesn’t really embody who I am. Plus, most Jews would think my “Jewness” is cancelled out by the fact that I haven’t been to temple since I was 13 and that I will bend over backwards for bacon.
But Passover is coming up, and I find the iconic Passover staple, Matzo, fascinating. (and its pronounced “ma-tz-ah” and I have no idea why people write it with an “O”. I guess for the same reason “knife” is spelled with a “K”).
If you’re not “of the tribe,” you might be busy readying for the Easter holiday by dreaming of spiral-cut ham, seeing how many Marshmallow peeps can fit into your mouth, or pulling your best pastel romper from the back of the closet. Meanwhile, us “Chosen Ones” are preparing ourselves for the Passover. Zero ham, zero leavened bread, and best of all, zero rompers.
Brief History: In the beginning, there was dough. When Egypt’s pharaoh finally agreed after much convincing (and 10 plagues) to let Moses’ enslaved people go, the Jews left their homes so quickly (pursued by the pharaoh), who by then had changed his mind — that they didn’t have time to prepare bread for the journey. Instead, they ate an unleavened mixture of flour and water that, when baked, turned flat and hard. Like a sorry looking butt. During the next eight days of Passover, Jews from all over remember their exodus by forgoing cakes, cookies, pasta and noodles — anything made to rise with yeast, baking soda, etc. — in favor of unleavened foods. Primarily: matzos.
I know, it sounds like an eating disorder, but I swear it isn’t.
Anyhow, Matzos are a big deal for hardcore Jews. Since my parents were not religious, my mom served baguette at Passover (and probably with some ham). But to show you how big over a deal they are, look at all the varieties I found in ONE teeny Jewish market:
and for the diet crowd
So the million dollar question all you non-Jews are probably wondering is…..
What does this shit taste like!?
Answer: In terms you non-Jews might be able to understand, it tastes like a communion wafer. Not that I would know….but both are bland blends of water and flour. Then again, we cover it in chocolate. And when that happens, its heaven.