I eat breakfast on Saturdays with a bunch of guys, and then we attend Torah Study after breakfast. One year, we were all commenting on how our wives were extremely busy as they prepared for the Seder meal. We thought it was ironic that it took so long to prepare for a Seder meal -- which itself lasts for hours -- all to commemorate a meal eaten in haste.
We decided that if you wanted to be true to the spirit of the Flight from Egypt, you'd wait until the last minute before the start of Passover, hustle the family into the car, and stop at a drive-through fast food window, then drive out of town.
Yet another blog that will take up gigs of space, be accessable to anyone on the face of the earth, and will be read by (maybe) three people... If I'm lucky.
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