Passover has now passed, and this morning we brought the hametz (bread products) back into the kitchen. The Pie was so excited she nearly jumped up and down and she immediately plopped herself on the kitchen floor and began opening different boxes of cereal, plunging her hand in and cramming her mouth full as if we’d been starving her for the past week, as if she hadn’t had her fill of fruit, chicken, matzah balls, veggies, chocolate matzah–you get the idea–for the past week.
And Doodles? When asked what he wanted for breakfast, he said, “Um, Magic Cereal” (meaning the Passover cereal).
Me: But Passover is over! You can have your real cereals?
Doodles: Isn’t there any Magic Cereal left?
Me: [lying because that stuff is nasty and sugar-filled] No, we finished it off.
Doodles: Okay. I’ll have Oatmeal Squares. And matzah!! Matzah, please! Plain matzah! Can I still have matzah?
Doodles Sprat would eat not fat, his sister would eat no lean…. A couple of real gourmands I’ve got here!
