A non-believing Catholic-by-birth friend and her Mexican nanny have become proficient at preparing a traditional seder meal. The friend's husband is Jewish and the kids are being raised Jewish, officially, though they celebrate Christmas, including a beautiful tree and all the gifts.
When I say the kids are being raised Jewish, I mean they've gone through some of the formalities, but both declined Bar/Bat Mitzvah. It can be difficult for some religious people to comprehend, but without any feelings of hypocrisy, some non-believers embrace religious traditions the way they might embrace ethnic customs and traditions. People have warm feelings about the traditions, without any belief in the supernatural. Anyway, that's how it is with my friends, but what I really wanted to write about is how these two Catholic-by-birth women have become the seder maestros.
I've suggested they write a cookbook. Over the past 18 years, the two have relentlessly scoured cookbooks, newspapers, magazines and the internet, testing, experimenting and developing quite a diverse culinary repertoire.
Maybe they could do a TV show.
But back to seders. I've been a reluctant participant over the years. If I go, it's out of respect for the person who invited us or our family, when I was a child. I say reluctant because the truth is, I don't like the food. At. All. I eat what I can without noticeably rejecting everything, but it's really an effort. But I do feel it's an honor to be included in a very traditional family celebration, so I won't ever decline an invitation.