This was the weekends of falalalalas: Passover and Easter on the same weekend produced a ton of work for me in the kitchen, but also lots of fun.
I managed to cook my very first Passover dinner, including a matzo ball soup and gefilte fish and a kugel!!! All was kosher and all was yummy. It took most of Friday to prepare and definitely required a day off, which i didn't take, but just mulit-tasked. The fish takes 2 hours of cooking time, and the broth for soup alone takes 90 min, so next time i will complete some of this the day before to lighten the load. The seder plate was nice, i used endive for maror, cucumber for karpas, roaster beet for zroa, romaine lettuce for hazeret, and my egg was just boiled and not roasted. I did my best at conducting the sedar, although next time i would definitely print out a haggadah to help me along.
The next day we went to a second seder at the humanistic synagogue event and had a good time, although it wasn't structured enough for my taste, and unawareness of other participants was off-putting for me, they were very welcoming to Carlos, and that alone made the day enjoyable and nice.
For our easter we went to the zoo for the bunny spring fling. We missed most of the kid activities and just spent time walking around. We spotted a little baby orange monkey that was for me the star of the show. She was soooooo cute, and was jumping so very well, trying water with her finger and hanging on her mothers boob. She even caught and tried her mother's poop, which the crowd found charming. Later i bought a little toy for Sari that looked similar to the little monkey we saw. I am still unsure on how much she cared to have it, since she doesn't seem to be very much into animals or stuffed animals. But time will tell if that will change as her role playing skills develop further..
Yesterday i was also remembering last year's Easter, when we went downtown LA for an Easter event. I was remembering the jump house, the fabulous ceviche that we made at home and took with us, the sunny nice day, the chrysanthemum flowers someone gave to us, the playground where S played as C and i fought over absolutely nothing, but very vigorously.
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