“Why on this night do we only eat matzah?” It really is the million-dollar question. Why do we have to eat this dry, crumbly bread for eight nights?
I was excited to be heading to the West Coast to visit my older brother Steve. My dad had returned to New York with the good news that Steve had found a place with a nice Jewish landlady who would “keep an eye on him.”
Gedalia was a kid (baby goat) with no future—no future, that is, other than being passed on a platter from one guest to the next at the Passover seder of Yossel and Shayna Rabinovitch.
I remember watching the closing moments of The Prince of Egypt, Stephen Spielberg’s animated telling of the Exodus story. Moses descends Mount Sinai carrying the Ten Commandments on two stone tablets, and uplifting music plays as the movie ends.