The Stars and the Cookie Jar

[Preface to the following remark: the Jewel Supermarket where we bought our matzah in Chicago ran out two days before Pesach for two years running, so this year (forgetting a little where I was) I've had matzah in a Rubbermaid bin in the dining room for about a week, which is the best way I can think for it to stay nice and Pesach-y in our mixed home. This evening, Mother was doing a little cleaning and opened the bin, to exclaim:}

"You bought three boxes of matzah last week, and you haven't touched one yet!"

I'm hastily snarfing the last of my Birthdaybrot from Lawrence, as we speak, with turkey sausages and just-wilted spinach. Yum. (Since our kitchen is oozing chometz, I didn't bother hunting, except in my room. I did find a box of Samoas under my bed, opened last Fridayish, which I sold to my sister. Lucky little hag.)

Not sure what it has to do with anything, but I'm writing much of the Mir'ele stuff tonight. It's taking me a longer road than I thought. But I have hope!

May your matzah brei never come up dread-soggy. :)