“And why do we only eat the matzo on this night?” asked Nathaniel. “Skip ahead, Nate,” I said. “We’re all Jews here. Summarize. Unleavened bread because there was no time for it to rise with Pharaoh’s soldiers on our tail, bitter herbs for the bitterness of slavery, God delivered us into the Promised Land, it was swell, let’s eat.” “Amen,” said everyone. “That was pathetic,” said Peter.
