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I never knew I was that entertaining!
Apr. 24th, 2005 07:56 pmI went home this weekend for Passover. I also discussed the apartment situation with my parents. Basically, I can get the apartment on Monday if I like it, and they have furniture and stuff they can give me. But this is really about the seder.
We didn't have it at home. Instead we were guests at the house of one of Dad's friends. Grandma and Grandpa came along too. Another family was also in attendance. They had two daughters - one was almost 12 and looked like she was in high school (she also said she was already 12, for reasons I will explain later). Their younger daughter was 7 and looked 10. Kids are getting big these days. Our hosts had two children, a son who was 7 and a daughter who was 4.
Okay, they were nice people, but their kids were atrociously behaved. The daughter ran in and out of the room a lot and whined occasionally. The son was just terrible - he yelled, teased the girls sitting near him, and threw things. I got really annoyed and shushed them a couple of times, which did not go over well with Mom. But if the parents aren't going to make the kids sit down and shut up, someone has to. Geez.
The food was pretty good, although I missed the gefilte fish and kugel we usually have at Passover. Mom makes this great kugel with egg noodles and cottage cheese and rasins and cinnamon. The horseradish they had also wasn't that strong. I like my horseradish nuclear-blast-in-the-sinuses strong. I also like to make Hillel sandwiches with haroset and horseradish. One of the disadvantages of going to someone else's house for the seder is that you don't have leftover haroset to make Hillel sandwiches with. Those are my favorite part of Passover. I'll have to buy some.
After the meal, the kids all got together in the family room. I joined them. Benjamin, who was as usual trying to be the center of attention, made a bad joke, and I expressed my disdain with an exaggerated "ble-CHHHH!" noise. For some reason, the younger children (that is, those younger than the 11-year-old-girl) thought it was very funny and fell over laughing. They begged me to "say the noise again!" for the next hour or so, which I did. Easily amused, I guess.
The 11-year-old-girl, who had said she was 12, seemed to really like Benjamin. She asked him to sing (since he's in theater) and was trying to talk to him all the time. Benjamin was of the opinion that she had the hots for him - he didn't seem all that enthusiastic about it. She'd apparently lied about her age to make herself more appealing to my just-now-13-year-old-brother. Weird.
We didn't have it at home. Instead we were guests at the house of one of Dad's friends. Grandma and Grandpa came along too. Another family was also in attendance. They had two daughters - one was almost 12 and looked like she was in high school (she also said she was already 12, for reasons I will explain later). Their younger daughter was 7 and looked 10. Kids are getting big these days. Our hosts had two children, a son who was 7 and a daughter who was 4.
Okay, they were nice people, but their kids were atrociously behaved. The daughter ran in and out of the room a lot and whined occasionally. The son was just terrible - he yelled, teased the girls sitting near him, and threw things. I got really annoyed and shushed them a couple of times, which did not go over well with Mom. But if the parents aren't going to make the kids sit down and shut up, someone has to. Geez.
The food was pretty good, although I missed the gefilte fish and kugel we usually have at Passover. Mom makes this great kugel with egg noodles and cottage cheese and rasins and cinnamon. The horseradish they had also wasn't that strong. I like my horseradish nuclear-blast-in-the-sinuses strong. I also like to make Hillel sandwiches with haroset and horseradish. One of the disadvantages of going to someone else's house for the seder is that you don't have leftover haroset to make Hillel sandwiches with. Those are my favorite part of Passover. I'll have to buy some.
After the meal, the kids all got together in the family room. I joined them. Benjamin, who was as usual trying to be the center of attention, made a bad joke, and I expressed my disdain with an exaggerated "ble-CHHHH!" noise. For some reason, the younger children (that is, those younger than the 11-year-old-girl) thought it was very funny and fell over laughing. They begged me to "say the noise again!" for the next hour or so, which I did. Easily amused, I guess.
The 11-year-old-girl, who had said she was 12, seemed to really like Benjamin. She asked him to sing (since he's in theater) and was trying to talk to him all the time. Benjamin was of the opinion that she had the hots for him - he didn't seem all that enthusiastic about it. She'd apparently lied about her age to make herself more appealing to my just-now-13-year-old-brother. Weird.
