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Well for one thing I didn’t have to cook! And yes that can be a blessing!! We were invited to participate in a Seder dinner hosted by one of our friends.  A delightful evening with excellent food and old friends as well as some new.

Tonight ( I started to write this last night)  is the first night of Passover and it is quite powerful to think that all over the world where ever Jews have gathered together, the ritualistic meal and ceremony being celebrated will be virtually identical.  There are variations;  shortened versions, some more religious and some more guest interactive than others.  Over the years I’ve been privileged to attend many Seders and I’m partial to the full blown ceremony – where there is a leader and all of the guests read a passage from the Haggadah.  Our friend, Ellen always hosted the most elaborate and meaningful Seder dinners.  The table is set traditionally and explanations are given for the meaning of the symbolic foods and tableware.  It’s true that this type of Seder can lead to some seat squirming by the younger set and there is a point where you get really hungry and hope that the gifilte fish will be coming out of the kitchen soon!! But I ‘m Catholic and old enough to have been raised with the Latin Mass  and I like ceremony…. High Mass with its incense is still a clear memory in my mind.  I digress slightly….  Passover is the story of celebrating the freedom the Jews obtained when they fled Egypt.  Passover is literally the story of the Angel of Death passing over the households that had the blood of the Paschal lamb above the doorway indicating that there were Jews living there and the first born male should be spared from the Tenth Plague.  The Seder plate, a traditional platter on the table holds the following items: Maror – the bitter herb symbolizing the bitterness of their slavery, Karpas – the vegetable, usually parsley which is dipped into salt water (symbolizing the tears of slavery) as an appetizer dates back to biblical times, Charoset –apples, nuts, spices ground together and mixed with wine symbolizes the mortar the Hebrew slaves used to build the Egyptian structures, Zeroa – shank bone of a lamb symbolizing the Paschal lamb sacrificed for Passover, and Beitzah- a roasted egg symbolizing mourning of the loss of the Temple and also spring, the season when Passover is celebrated.  There is Matzoh served in lieu of any bread because when the Jews fled Egypt they didn’t have any time to leaven their bread.  Conservative Jews refrain from eating any leavened bread for the full week of Passover.

Matzoh, Matzah, Schmura

Matzoh

Some of the courses include Gifilte fish, often served as the first course and accompanied by the bitter herb, horseradish, followed by Matzoh Ball soup, delicious in homemade chicken broth, which has now become a New York coffee shop staple, and followed by an array of dishes; brisket, stuffed breast of veal, kugel, potatoes and way too much more! There are the 4 questions, the most well known of which is the title of this blog and asked by the youngest person at the table and finally the Afikomen hunt which is the official ending of the Seder.  At the beginning of the Seder, the leader breaks a piece of Matzoh in threes and hides the largest piece.  At the conclusion of the Seder, the leader asks the children at the meal to look through out the house for the Afikomen and bring it to him so that the Seder can end.  There is so much more to this traditional holiday but Dayenu or enough.  Dayenu is a traditional Passover song; the essence is It would have been enough for us…. further meaning to thank God for his many gifts – it would have been enough for us just to have received the Torah or it would have been enough for us just to be freed.

As a Gentile and Catholic sitting through and listening to the Seder, I am always struck by the similarity of many of the Easter traditions and those of Passover.  Take for instance the time of the year, both occur annually in the spring. The green vegetable always a sign of spring is always present at the Easter meal, often asparagus as they are the forerunners of the fresh vegetable season.  Many Christians serve an Easter ham for their dinner, however, just as many serve a Leg of Lamb.  Both slaughters of a newborn animal done traditionally in the spring.  Then there’s the Easter Egg, for us the egg symbolizes birth, rebirth, new life – very much in keeping with the season when the trees, flowers and plant life are all coming back to life.  Do you  see a parallel  between the annual Easter Egg hunts and finding the Afikomen?

Easter as a Christian holiday universally celebrates the Risen Christ, however, after that the holiday takes on many cultural and ethnic traditions.  As an Italian-American, Easter in my home included Pizzagaina, a traditional Italian Easter pie.   My Grandmother used to make it and we always looked forward to this once a year treat.  It is a pie or bread that is stuffed with various meats such as ham, proscuitto, sopressatto, mortadella and cheeses and eggs.  The story as it has been told is that the women of the household would gather on Good Friday and make and bake the pie.  It was then cooled and chilled and could not be eaten before noon on Holy Saturday.

There are other ethnic traditions such as the intricately decorated eggs of Czechoslovakia, the Passion Plays in South America, in Austria eggs are dyed green on Maundy Thursday and crullers are fried, in Russia pussy willow branches are picked and used to tap friends on the shoulder bringing them good luck.  There is Paasbrood in the Netherlands, a yeasty bread made with currants and raisins – sound familiar? Hot Cross Buns!

Christian Easter Hot Cross Buns

Hot Cross Buns

My husband and I have our own tradition, one shared by hundreds of other New Yorkers – we walk in the Easter Parade down Fifth Avenue.  We don our Easter bonnets, well in his case, a Straw Boater and we stroll up and down the Avenue.  It is great fun and I love making an outrageously floral and ribbon concoction  for my Easter Bonnet. This year is going to be thrilling for me because ever since Finley Ray was born (19 months ago) I have been waiting for the Easter Sunday that she would be able to walk or maybe stroll – er with us.  This Easter Sunday, little Finny will be with us, all decked out in a traditional Easter outfit a la my past – She will be wearing a mint green dress with a matching coat and hat – pink roses on the hat and all!!  Look for a future blog with photos.

In your Easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it,
You’ll be the grandest lady in the Easter Parade.
I’ll be all in clover and when they look you over,
I’ll be the proudest fellow in the Easter Parade.
On the avenue, Fifth Avenue, the photographers will snap us,
And you’ll find that you’re in the rotogravure.
Oh, I could write a sonnet about your Easter bonnet,
And of the girl I’m taking to the Easter Parade.

Happy Easter to all and a Guten Pesach!

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NOT!! Thirty-three years ago yesterday, I gave birth to a much wished for baby girl.  My little girl would have brown eyes and dark hair I was positive…of course five years earlier I was positive about that then too.  NOT – Joel Damien Berti was born with blond hair and blue eyes that stayed blue.  They turned out to be a beautiful blue but that’s another story for another time.

Chiara Jude Berti was born on a lovely Sunday morning in March 1977.  Those were the days of Lamaz classes and all my friends encourage me to go  “natural” . Maybe it was a fulfilling experience for them but for me – NOT!  Everything was NOT going according to the plan; first of all I woke up with a terrific backache and since I had had back labor with Joel, I knew this was it.  I’m type A and my husband at that time, Dennis, wasn’t exactly a cool character under pressure to say the least so while he was running around getting stuff (who knows what?) I hopped in the shower.   I was counting the time between back twinges (my contractions) and he yells What are you doing in there? Let’s go!” – “I”m shaving my legs”.  Needless to say that didn’t go over so well and he was right – what was I doing?  Propping my leg up on the shower wall to shave it and having a contraction, I almost sliced open a vein in a leg I could hardly  see over my belly.  Just for the record,  I’m pretty sure this was the one and only time he was ever right.

Dressed and out the door and I don’t even remember what we did with Joel!?!  We lived in Avon and the hospital was in Hartford and that meant we needed to go over a mountain.  Dennis took off like a mad man and by the time we were going down the mountain at breakneck speed, I was yellingoh God, I’m going to have this baby right now if you keep hitting bumps.”

Into the hospital and my first experience with the prep nurse is a disaster, she’s old, crabby and probably at the end of her shift – She doesn’t really believe in Lamaz!  As soon as I was in the delivery room, I was grateful to see that I had a Lamaz-trained nurse with us.  If you know anything about the LaMaz method, you know the mother to be needs a partner who can work with her through the pain.  Our classes had been disastrous and he didn’t want to practice, sooooooo.  It wasn’t very long before the nurse knew we were headed for hysteria so she just pushed him aside and said in a very loud voice “Listen to ME when I count and tell you when to breath in and out.” It took just a short time to get in the rhythm and Baby Berti was born fairly quickly.  It turns out I slept through the first two stages and by the time I got to the hospital I was already in the crazy stage known as Transition no wonder the techniques designed for the beginning stages hadn’t worked.

She was beautiful and a little jaundiced so we both got to stay in the hospital a few more days.  We had been calling her Nicole but it didn’t seem quite right. I wanted to call her Gabriella but her father said he didn’t like the nickname Gabby.  I was leaving the hospital and taking my last luxurious sitz bath when in walks one of the floor nurses.  She was a big Jamaican woman who looked down on me and said in her lilting accent, “Mrs. Berti, that baby don’t have a name and she is NOT leaving this hospital till you put one on that birth certificate.” OK I had been warned and duly noted.  That day Baby Berti left the hospital with a beautiful name;  Chiara Jude Berti.  I had wanted my little angel to have an Italian name – Chiara is Italian for Clare and from that day forward she was always my Chiara de la luna, the bright and clear light of the moon.

I had visions of her distant future husband whispering in her ear, “Chiara what a beautiful name you have!” What I didn’t anticipate in her future was the constant mispronunciation of her lovely name and having to send her to school with the phonetic spelling of her name pinned on her dress!!!  She blossomed into a beautiful woman with a beautiful name.  She is  an accomplished young woman and a loving and devoted mother.  And I am so pleased that when she had her own gorgeous little girl, she chose a lovely and unique name too – Finley Ray Clark.

Happy Birthday honey, sorry this blog is belated but the pc gremlins were busy, busy, busy yesterday and I couldn’t get on the computer.  33 years is a hell of long time, where oh where did it go??

Is it real fur?

Finny is off to a party.

Getting Fin's ears pierced

Chiara and Finley Ray

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Cooked to Order

Yum yum Frittata

No more eggs?

Saturday evening and Finley is eating a dinner prepared especially for her by Mano, aka Brandon, aka one of the Gaybors. Brandon is a fantastic cook, chef par excellence.  Every time I come to Boston, I look forward to enjoying something that Brandon has cooked.  Tonight, he has offered to cook Finny something because Tom and Chiara are eating out.  He checks out the larder and comes up with egg and tomato frittatas and broccoli with Mornay sauce.  Finley devours the eggs and she loves broccoli and cheese BUT apparently not when they are mixed together.  She prefers her broccoli steamed and is happy to eat it right out of the colander.

I know what I like

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PETA Nah nah Nah nah

Gigi thinks it’s perfectly ok to wear fur in the afternoon – after all I am going to a party!

Alright already it's not REAL

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Pre Party Imbibing

My Gigi always told my Mommy to eat before you go to a party so you won’t get tipsy….not sure what they will be serving at this birthday party so a blueberry yogurt seems just like the right think to snack on – don’t you just love my pink tutu.

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Like My Mommy

Just Like Mommy

We teach our children by example and this seems to be what my darling granddaughter has learned. MMmmmmm

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Just Finley

Bath Time with Bubbles

Brusha Brusha Brusha

Froggins

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BEFORE

BETWEEN

Well we finally did it- Chiara promised me the next time I was here, we would get Finley’s ears pierced.  Chiara had tried when Finley was 4 months old but her lobes were just too small, because she is such a little peanut. This afternoon we took Finny and her friend, Lilly to the doctor’s office to get their ears pierced.  I thought I was prepared for some crying BUT I wasn’t really prepared for how much Finley would panic, cry and scream.  Chiara held her arms tightly and I had to hold her head which she was vigorously shaking as the nurse attempted to do the second ear.  And then our worst nightmare was realized – Finny had moved and second ear’s hole was too high and too far back and we both knew it would have to go….and then the choice to take out the earring, let the hole close up and bring her back in a few weeks OR bite the bullet and let the nurse make a third hole.  I mean she was already there and she was was already pretty upset and by this time Lilly was screaming bloody murder. Bribes of blow pops and ice cream fell on deaf ears! JP Licks just couldn’t take away the hurt.  It hurt us more than Finley but Chiara decided to try for a third hole.  OMG Finley was SO NOT HAPPY – She knew what was coming and wanted none of it. WOW am I glad this deed is done.  I thought we could have used a drink but really they have laws about bringing babies into bars in Boston so I guess it’s pink ice cream for Finny and peanut butter non fat yogurt for me and Mom.

AFTER

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Finally Finley

Finny!!!

Out of the house by 9:30 this morning to catch an 11:00 train to Boston. Why am I taking the train?  Because at 10:30 last night, Bolt Bus sent me an email telling me that the service from NYC to Boston was cancelled. That’s just Great!! I needed to buy a train ticket but my computer was under siege by an insidious trojan known as XP Antispyware!! While my friend Paul walked and talked me thru an extensive cleaning process – it took a couple of hours,  Chiara and her friend Kerry went on the Amtrak web site and found a ticket for me.  So now my $19.50 bus ticket was going to be a $92 train ticket 😦

Now why am I leaving at 9:30 to get to Penn Station for an 11:00 train?  WELL Peter thinks, (Here I must insert how lucky and blessed I am to have a husband who would never let me leave for Boston without accompanying me to the train station) we better not take any chances because half the City has gone into panic emergency mode due to yesterday’s snow storm – which by the way got non stop coverage from 3:00 to through evening news. And why do I know exactly when the news coverage and storm reporting began monopolizing the networks? Because this ad nauseum reporting pre-empted Dr. Phil and Judge Judy!!!!!

So we arrive  at Penn Station at 10:14 and I quickly dispatch Peter to find a Starbucks because as we know, a day without a grande Americano is day not going to go well.

The train is DELAYED – no indication as to how long.  We stood around for an hour and endured the interminable recording announcing; “New Jersey Transit Northeast Corridor and Empire trains were delayed and in some cases would be cancelled.” OK OK, DELAYED is better than cancelled!! After much weight shifting from knee to knee they announced the train’s imminent arrival and in fact it was in the terminal and going to switch engines. Yippee!  The train was mobbed due to earlier cancellations and I was lucky to get a seat (in the quiet car).  From leaving the house at 9:30, it was 4:15 when I arrived in Boston.  Oh I can’t wait to finally see Finny.

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