At Passover, the Only Constant Is Changing Recipes
Source: New York Times
In 1980, my husband Allan and I hosted our first Passover Seder at our home.There were about eight of us: my husband’s Uncle Henik, who had numbers from Auschwitz on his arm; my Polish in-laws who’d had to flee to the Soviet Union; a few friends; and my daughter, still a toddler, racing around making us all laugh.We sipped wine from the silver bar mitzvah cup my father had brought from Bavaria, but the rest of…
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