The thought of Carola's matzoh with a light layer of butter and brown sugar makes me salivate.

Meanwhile, I discovered that shmurah matzoh stays the same for years: I still have some from Zalman's last seder, and it doesn't seem any different from the ones I got last week.  Since the matzoh of the second seder is supposed to feed healing, Zalman would put whatever was left in a plastic baggie and tack it to the wall of his davvenen room to give bits out as needed.

I am thinking tonight of friendships that invite the deeper conversations, and feed the heart and the spirit as well as the mind. I am grateful for the sustenance they offer, particularly in times as bizarre as these.
Good night.