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Mar. 3rd, 2015 09:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seekingferretEvery year when my grandparents hosted a Seder, my grandfather would hide the afikoman for the kids to find. (For the goyim, the afikoman is a piece of matza designated to serve as dessert and the end of the Passover meal. Traditions for it vary, but in some fashion it is typically hidden during the Seder and recovered at the end of the meal in order to conclude it.)
My grandfather would get to the part where he was to hide the afikoman, and he would wrap it in a napkin and then he would place it underneath the tablecloth at the table, immediately to the left of his plate (He was a lefty).
Every year he would do this, and even though me, my siblings, and my cousins were pretty young, we pretty quickly tumbled to this and it became a footrace to the head of the table when it was time to find the afikoman. This being kind of boring, we begged my grandfather every year to hide it somewhere else, and he would tell us he'd think about it, and then he'd hide it in the same place.
One year we got him to promise to hide it somewhere else. He made a show of leaving the room with the afikoman and then he returned to the room and slipped it into the houseplant right behind his chair. So we ran all over the house, hunting for the afikoman, and then eventually we realized that his new hiding place was all of a foot away from the old one.
After that, we let him go back to hiding it under the tablecloth.
(Nobody who spends more than half an hour with my family has any trouble seeing where I got my sense of humor)
My grandfather would get to the part where he was to hide the afikoman, and he would wrap it in a napkin and then he would place it underneath the tablecloth at the table, immediately to the left of his plate (He was a lefty).
Every year he would do this, and even though me, my siblings, and my cousins were pretty young, we pretty quickly tumbled to this and it became a footrace to the head of the table when it was time to find the afikoman. This being kind of boring, we begged my grandfather every year to hide it somewhere else, and he would tell us he'd think about it, and then he'd hide it in the same place.
One year we got him to promise to hide it somewhere else. He made a show of leaving the room with the afikoman and then he returned to the room and slipped it into the houseplant right behind his chair. So we ran all over the house, hunting for the afikoman, and then eventually we realized that his new hiding place was all of a foot away from the old one.
After that, we let him go back to hiding it under the tablecloth.
(Nobody who spends more than half an hour with my family has any trouble seeing where I got my sense of humor)