And of course, everybody is starving.
I can't be the only one who hates this time of year. The kitchen is in limbo, chometz being a four letter word, but pesachdik food isn't being turned out yet. And somehow, in this magical time of year, even the non-chometzdik basics like an apple are MIA.
Like I said, everybody is starving.
And here is the most mysterious part of all. My mother went to the grocery store and bought the place out. Seriously, I don't think she left anything for the next lady to buy. (Excluding pesachdik macaroni, margarine, spices and garlic, all of which are prohibited under my father's ultra strict minhagim.) The delivery men shlep in the boxes, grunting under the weight of it all, rolling their eyes at the dumb women who think a week is a year, and here we are. Pesach food!
And still, there is nothing to eat.
What is it about this limbo time? Is mine the only house that has starved its occupants for the last couple of days?
The good news is, two pesach cakes (eggs, sugar and potato starch. Is there anything else to put in a pesach cake?) have just emerged from the oven, and the first pot of potatoes is already boiling on the stove.
Yay, food! Pesach food, but food nonetheless.