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Lifeon the Other Side<br />
by Anne Kleinberg<br />
Ah, the joys of Passover preparation.<br />
For anyone celebrating this<br />
holiday with some semblance of<br />
observance, the arrangements<br />
required to ready the house often<br />
seem like an additional plague.<br />
As I scan my brain for early<br />
recollections, I can feel the<br />
backaches coming on. Not to<br />
speak of the aching feet and<br />
steel-wooled hands. Ladies,<br />
this is not the time<br />
to consider a manicure!<br />
e preparations<br />
always start<br />
with shopping.<br />
Huge<br />
quantities of<br />
stu invade the house – and they stay in their bags, away from<br />
the chametz products of everyday life. In my home it started with<br />
cleaning products, shelving paper, aluminum foil and potatoes –<br />
don’t ask me what the potatoes were for.<br />
If you want to do it right, counters have to be scrubbed,<br />
re-scrubbed and then totally covered with aluminum foil. Range<br />
burners have to be disinfected to the point of nearly burning down<br />
the house. en you have to cover them with tinfoil too. Ovens<br />
have to be stripped bare, down to the primary coat of enamel.<br />
Refrigerators have to be totally emptied. (Ah, so that’s where I left<br />
the sun-dried tomatoes!) And they too have to be scrubbed down<br />
– best if you just throw it out and buy a new fridge.<br />
Every crumb that has ever entered your home must be searched<br />
out and zapped. Nuke ’em if you can – just get them out of there.<br />
Because then, on the eve of the rst night of Pesach when you<br />
conduct the Bedikat Chametz ceremony, there must not be even<br />
microscopic evidence of the nasty leavened products. Except, of<br />
course, for the big chunks that you hide and then have to nd with<br />
a feather and a candle. (I love that hide-and-seek adventure.)<br />
Every shelf you intend to use during the holiday has to be<br />
covered. Wax paper was the covering of choice in my youth. And<br />
every shelf that you don’t intend to use must be covered, wrapped,<br />
hermetically sealed – whatever – just so long as you don’t see<br />
what’s sitting on it.<br />
And then, after you’ve schlepped up hundreds of heavy cartons<br />
from the basement – all illegibly marked – and unwrapped all the<br />
dishes, cutlery, pots, pans, utensils, etcetera that you will use for<br />
exactly one week, you get to relocate it all in the newly covered<br />
drawers, cabinets and shelves. I am telling you right now – anyone<br />
who wants to disagree with me is welcome to, however wrong she<br />
may be – this is the hardest holiday of all, and it always falls on a<br />
woman’s shoulders. Do you think that God decided he would test<br />
every modern-day woman to see how devoted she is – by making<br />
her shlep, scrub, shop, cover, wrap and unpack?<br />
But there’s good news. You get to buy new lipstick. at was<br />
the treat in my home, new lipstick (I was always considered too<br />
young to wear it, but Pesach brought an opportunity to enjoy<br />
Yardley Happy Pink). You also get new toothpaste (kosher of<br />
course), new toothbrushes and, best of all, new clothes. at meant<br />
a trip to New York’s Lower East Side to Berent & Smith – every<br />
Jewish girl’s favorite clothing store, where you were nobody if you<br />
didn’t get to pick up a few designer numbers for a great discounted<br />
(of course) price. And new patent leather shoes. Ooh, I loved these<br />
parts of the holiday preparations.<br />
ere were lots of fun food products that I adored (even<br />
though we were supposed to be making do with less during these<br />
times). ere were Horowitz-Margareten chocolate chip cookies,<br />
for instance. I think the main ingredient was some sort of talc,<br />
but I loved them. And there was chocolate-covered matzah and<br />
Barton’s chocolates and ice cream (that was a really special treat).<br />
And almond kisses, and macaroons and chocolate-covered jellies<br />
and chocolate-covered orange rinds (still don’t get why people like<br />
those). Now that I think of it, Pesach is a chocoholic’s dream of a<br />
holiday.<br />
On the one hand I can’t stand the thought of so many women/<br />
people having to go through the dicult preparations this holiday<br />
requires. Isn’t the fact that one has to eat matzah for an entire<br />
week enough? If you’re Sephardic, at least you get to eat rice and<br />
legumes (and I have it on good authority from a converted Ashkenazi<br />
woman that in general Sephardic food, especially on Pesach,<br />
is better). But perhaps all the fuss and hellish preparations make<br />
the holiday feel like a more special time.<br />
And maybe all this food one is “forced” to eat is really an enjoyable<br />
part of the ritual. And maybe<br />
that refrigerator really did need<br />
cleaning out.<br />
Good luck – I’m thinking<br />
of you. <br />
Anne Kleinberg, author of Menopause<br />
in Manhattan and several cookbooks,<br />
left a cushy life in Manhattan to begin a<br />
new one in Israel. Now she’s opened a<br />
boutique bed and breakfast in her home<br />
on the golf course in Caesarea. For<br />
details, visit www.annekleinberg.com<br />
and www.casacaesarea.com.<br />
[ISRAEL]<br />
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