As you may or may not know, I grew up in a progressive Roman Catholic household. Throughout my childhood, we observed the holy days leading up to Easter, including a special dinner on Holy Thursday in which, during certain parts of the meal, we stopped, read from little booklets my mom prepared, ate matzah (which I still love) and drank Manichevitz (forgive me if I butchered the spelling). It wasn't until I was an adult and attended a seder for the first time that I was like, "Hmmmmm, this rings familiar." I had never known that my mother had adapted that dinner ritual from the seder. And this convergence of two religions and two cultures has always been special to me because it had nothing to do with dogma and everything to do with community. Thank you for sharing your perspective (and recipe)!
As you may or may not know, I grew up in a progressive Roman Catholic household. Throughout my childhood, we observed the holy days leading up to Easter, including a special dinner on Holy Thursday in which, during certain parts of the meal, we stopped, read from little booklets my mom prepared, ate matzah (which I still love) and drank Manichevitz (forgive me if I butchered the spelling). It wasn't until I was an adult and attended a seder for the first time that I was like, "Hmmmmm, this rings familiar." I had never known that my mother had adapted that dinner ritual from the seder. And this convergence of two religions and two cultures has always been special to me because it had nothing to do with dogma and everything to do with community. Thank you for sharing your perspective (and recipe)!