God knows what possessed me to throw a Passover seder this week. Maybe it was the Drama Teen telling me she wanted to do more “Jewish things.” Maybe it was the fact that I’d attended two seders already. Possibly it was the idea that, these days at least, I have the notion that I can pull this sorta thing off.
The chef is reassuring backup, of course. “Having a last minute seder with 10 people,” I emailed him frantically last week. “Can you help?”
“Of course,” he wrote back, non-plused. Ten people. Yawn.
I thought it only fitting to return to a menu I’d tried back in 2007. It involved lamb with 1,000 spices, and ruby red soup with miso. There was a big-ass kale and chickpea salad that was a fair hit. There were baked goods from the Chef’s mom. There was wine and, in a nod toward the region, hibiscus tea.
Everything turned out. Except the photos.
This is also my last regular post for Bad Home Cooking. It’s been eight years, (8!) and I have run low on inclination to write about my cooking disasters which, honestly, don’t happen so frequently anymore. Blogging was a fun exercise for a good long while. But now it seems superfluous, given the great din of content out there.
Of course, I reserve the right to post about any future epic fail. Just don’t hold your breath.
This is post #422. To the 15 or so of you out there who regularly read BHC, I bow low and thank you truly. You can still always join the Bad Home Cooking Facebook page, which is open to the public and is where all the action is.
From my kitchen to yours, Chow.