Today is the last day of Passover.
I’m not an observant jew, but I like Passover and I do like eating Matza. Unfortunately, I haven’t seen matzoh at the grocery store so I had to resort to making my own.
It’s an old family recipe. Someone else’s family not mine. I found on the internet.
If you are not familiar with the story of matzah It all started when the Isrealites were tired of slavery in Egypt and left in a mighty big hurry.
I don’t read Hebrew so I can’t quote the Torah, but here’s a verse that I pulled from the King James Bible, Exodus 12:39
And they baked unleavened cakes of the dough which they brought forth out of Egypt, for it was not leavened; because they were thrust out of Egypt, and could not tarry, neither had they prepared for themselves any victual.
Two simple ingredients: flour and water. You would think it should be easy to make, but you’d be wrong. At least in my case you’d be wrong. I mixed and kneaded and rolled and baked. What resulted was something incredibly crunchy and tasteless.
Actually I think I created a very authentic matzo. It tastes like it has been in the dessert for 40 years.
Until next time…