The Parah Adumah paradox & Pesach cleaning
Yes, Virginia, I take it for granted that, as with the Cohen/Priest who administered the purifying water mixed with the ashes of the Red Heifer and became ritually impure himself in the process, the sponges that are used to scrub the kitchen to make it kosher for Pesach become chametz in the process.
Hot-tray scrubbed, covered with foil, placed on foil on usual spot on kitchen table. Countertops covered. Chametz cabinets sealed with masking tape marked "Chametz." Ten plastic bags of bread and stale cookies sealed in plastic bags, waiting for Bedikat Chametz. But I'm not waiting--I'm flopping on the bed 'til my hubby comes home from Israeli folk dancing and wakes me up so we can do Bedikat Chametz together (by flashlight--we're too chicken to use a candle). Shacharit (Morning Service) is in about 6 1/2 hours. Oy.
Hot-tray scrubbed, covered with foil, placed on foil on usual spot on kitchen table. Countertops covered. Chametz cabinets sealed with masking tape marked "Chametz." Ten plastic bags of bread and stale cookies sealed in plastic bags, waiting for Bedikat Chametz. But I'm not waiting--I'm flopping on the bed 'til my hubby comes home from Israeli folk dancing and wakes me up so we can do Bedikat Chametz together (by flashlight--we're too chicken to use a candle). Shacharit (Morning Service) is in about 6 1/2 hours. Oy.
posted by Shira Salamone at 11:48 PM
3 Comments:
Chag sameach, Shira.
We did beikat chametz with the toddler last night (using a candle) by hiding cheerios and croutons for him to find and eat, since we're not home to burn anything today. He loved it.
loved that you flopped and waited. holiday fun (?!) is meant to be done together. chag sameach!
Hiding Cheerios--what a concept: Kids generally do that pretty well without their parents' help. :) Actually, that's a neat idea, Tzipporah.
Mameleh, it's a good thing I waited. I packed up 10 bags of chametz, then forgot about the last two and left them on the dining room table instead of "hiding" them. I was in a bit of a panic until the hubster thought to shine the flashlight on the table. Yes, we found all 10 bags of chametz and shipped them down the compactor chute the next morning. Sigh. One fond memory I have of growing up in a house is that our father used to burn chametz in a metal garbage can in our driveway, much to the entertainment of the non-Jewish kids on our block.
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