For some reason, I’m feeling extra sentimental this Easter/Passover season. My typical M.O. would be to post some goofy random story, like this rabbi saying marijuana is kosher for passover. Oy! That ought to be some seder!
As for my family, my father identified as Jewish, while my mother was raised Baptist, so we didn’t participate in the religious aspects of either faith, remaining religiously ‘nuetral’. However, food was always front and center of combining my parents different upbringings. It would not be at all unusual in our house to have pastrami with pecan pie for dessert. Or pork chops with a side
Let me take you down, cause I’m going through a bit of childhood nostalgia.
In Southern California, one of the first signs of spring was when the strawberry stands would start popping up around our neighborhoods, selling the sweetest, juiciest strawberries you ever tasted! Well, as developers bought up that farm land, there were fewer and fewer stands around town. So it was a real treat to go visit Tanaka Farms for some strawberry picking, meaning we could choose our own strawberries and taste test them along the way!
The morning began with checking in, paying our $18 and receiving a plastic clam shell container to hold the berries. Then we boarded the tractor pulled wagons…