The congregants that are staying in town are generally having things shipped in, and there is a congregational seder. However, some of the families here do make their own challah, their own Matzah and everything else in between. I’m one of those that receives “care packages” because my baking skills are nonexistent. I had my darling mother in law schlep 5 special challahs up here on Labor Day to stock the freezer. My mother overnights us supplies on a regular basis, and my father has been known to pull a kosher salami out of his bag when he drives the 541 miles to see us.
Some families are going to relatives in “real” cities for Pesach, us included. We are visiting my West Coast Parents and grandmother in Marina del Rey, a suburb of Los Angeles. L.A. has a huge Jewish population, which is what we are used to. We will be having first night seder with my parents and about 100 others at their condo association’s club. It is much better than it sounds. Beautiful food, very nice people, casual atmosphere, and my child the only one asking the four questions and searching for the Afikomen! The second night, we join a friend in the Valley for her community seder, at her apartment. A very “hamishe” event. We look forward to both seders and the company of “our people”.
And what was that other option? Kvetching? Well, we’ll all do that. Those that have “at home, small town” seders will kvetch about making the gefilte fish (or waiting for the shipment to arrive). Those of us that travel for the holiday will wring our hands about the long flights, time change and forgetting to stop the newspaper delivery. Those of us that join the community seders will whine about the wine, or the loud babies, or maybe just that we ate too much. Most of us will most likely complain that we ate too much.
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