Food can connect us to our past. We can forget those old stories, but somehow we remember the aromas of our youth. They can leave an indelible mark on our memories.
Many of us identify through our love of Matzoh Ball Soup, Brisket, and Stuffed Cabbage. But for my sister and my cousins and me, nothing defined Passover more than what was behind the doors of the coveted “Candy Cabinet”. This piece of furniture-of-magnifisance stood in the living room of my grandparents’ apartment, and behind the doors (which seemed to resemble The Holy Ark) were the true delicacies of Passover.
Tucked behind the Mah Jong Tiles, we found the Jelly-Rings, Fruit Slices and bags of Vanilla-Toasted Marshmallows. This was true liberation! And we were lifted out with an awesome spectacle, with signs and undeniable wonders. (Chocolate Seder Mints !) Such memories.
Well, years have past. The Candy Cabinet has found a new home. The Mah Jong tiles have, also. All of the grandchildren still smell the aromas of our youth. And I’m still a sucker for a marshmallow twist.