Safe at home week 5. Passover and Easter, check.
I had a precious grocery delivery scheduled for a few days before Passover. I was hoping to get things for the seder, including a 3 pound ish beef roast.
I unpacked the groceries. I didn’t disinfect them. We got a lot of what we needed and a few substitutions.
There were no chocolate chips, so they substituted coconut milk. There was no gefilte fish. Who bought all the gefilte fish? And then I pulled half a cow out of one bag.
It was a $60, nine-pound beef roast. Holy shmolies. Of all the years to have enough meat to feed all the Jews in my town.
Yes, there aren’t many Jews here. Which makes me wonder about the gefilte fish.
I called Peapod. It was the last thing I wanted to do. I’ll suck up the $4 for coconut milk that won’t turn into chocolate chip cookies, but $60?
Peapod tells me,
“We’re experiencing high call volumes.” CLICK
They didn’t even let me stay on hold. I finally get through. They give me a $35 refund for 6 pounds of beef I wasn’t expecting and I got to keep it! A Passover miracle.
The day of the seder arrives. The chunk of cow is on the table. BB has so many questions and that’s in addition to her required 4 questions.
I don’t know where the Jewish seder references fall with my readership, but had to go for that one.
We’ve been very open with BB about where meat comes from. She’s always enjoyed it and in the past has said things like,
“More piggy please!”
All of a sudden she’s very concerned about the cow.
“Is the cow not at the farm anymore? How did it die? Where did all the blood come from? Why do we eat it?”
“Some people don’t eat meat. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“Many reasons including it’s not nice to the animals.”
“What about plants? Is it not nice to eat plants?”
“I don’t know about that, but we’ve gotta eat something.”
We ate this 9 pound roast for 4 nights and I’m still snacking on it a week later. BB’s questions were unrelenting. She seemed ready to swear off all meat. I mention,
“Just so you know, hot dogs, meatballs and dino chicken nuggets are all made from animals.”
These are three of her five favorite food groups.
As we filled the kiddush cup for Elijah, BB started sobbing. BB is terrified of all these characters: Santa, the Easter Bunny, Elijah, life-size Elsa.
Saturday night she sits down with Captain to make a list for the Easter Bunny. I mention,
“It’s a little late for this, the Easter Bunny finalized orders 2 weeks ago.”
“Maybe you can guide us in the right direction? Jelly beans?”
Not that jelly beans were sold out, it’s more why would the Easter Bunny bring something that I don’t want to eat?
BB leaves her lists in the living room and goes to bed. Using brown paint, Captain covers her lists with bunny footprints.
Easter morning she’s thrilled, but she has questions, so many questions.
“The bunny had muddy feet? Where did the bunny get muddy? Is it on the carpet?”
Seems like all of this can’t hold up to much more scrutiny.
After a breakfast of chocolate bunnies, chocolate eggs and more chocolate eggs, BB poops in the potty, which is usually rewarded with a treat. I offer one. BB replies,
“Too many treats. Maybe tomorrow.”