Pre-Passover

The spattered recipes come out, Ingredients procured. The kitchen timer ticks away, So I am reassured. We slice and blend and chop and mix And wait for pots to boil, While using all the eggs on hand As well as all the oil. There’s so much prep for just one meal But every year’s the same And any dish forgotten We’d consider such a shame. Tomorrow we will gather And retell the ancient tale Then the fruits of all our labor We’ll be happy to unveil.