I will be attending a Seder tonight with friends. There is a long suspicion that I married a Jewish girl because of a notorious addiction to Matzo ball soup. Growing up in a Jewish neighborhood, I developed a lifelong addiction to the stuff — becoming an embarrassment at Seder in returning repeatedly for bowl after bowl. (Leslie also makes killer rugelach, which explains why my stomach always passes over my belt on this night).
Best wishes to all of our Jewish members.