You Can’t Fake It
I remember as a little girl taking a nap on erev Pesach in order to be able to stay up for the Seder. It was thrilling to get dressed for Yom Tov and be part of all the excited hustle and bustle. We had a Seder plate that my parents had created together out of wood, with a design composed of colored pebbles. My mother made a special velvet curtain that went around the Seder plate. It was very big and sat proudly in the center of the table.
We set the table differently than usual. There were no plates or silverware, only the cup to drink the wine and a Haggadah. The food was not the important part of the Seder and only came out close to midnight. I remember my mother hurrying my father up as it got closer to chatzos, because we had to eat the afikoman before then.






