Passover at Mom's

For the Second Night I went home for Passover.

Yes, you can go home again and I did. My mother lives a ferry ride away. For the second night of Passover, I went to my mother's. Every Passover Seder is a bit different. We always take turns reading the Haggadah . Everyone adds their own comments and a bit of humor. My brother-in-law did the prayers. We all chimed in for an arousing Dahyenu - translated as It Would Have Been Enough - we were banging on the tables and singing loudly. We have a family custom to put aside the egg shells with the discarded wine and put them outside so no evil will enter the house on this night. My mother's charoset was dates with walnuts. Mom buys date syrup in a can, but I remember my grandmother boiling dried dates and squeezing them all in a cheesecloth. It's all so much easier now. For a bitter herb my mother used green chutney. For the main meal we had matzo ball soup, chicken, moussaka, a baked spinach omelet and because my mother's side of the family is of Sephardic descent - that is from the Middle East or Mediterranean - we eat rice. We ended the night with more songs and great memories of Passover's past.

See my blog for First Night Passover