Jon and I arrived back in NJ last night to celebrate Passover and his (amazing) grandmother’s 95th birthday.
Busy all day today helping Jon’s family prepare seder for 35 this evening, Jon and I treated ourselves to pizza for lunch. Of course, this being Passover, our beloved NY-style pizza is verboten. Luckily, this is the Tri-State area (read: full of Jews), so the local pizzeria offers a matzoh pizza for Passover.
When our pizza arrived, I was highly amused to find the US flag emblazoned on the pizza box. Only in America.
And this, my friends, is a matzoh pizza. It’s actually not too horrible a substitute for the real deal during these leaven-free days. It’s a crisp, thin crust, at least.
Happy Passover and Easter to you and yours.