It's that time of year again. You know, the time when the Lord Almighty freed my people from their bondage? And asked us to commemorate that by giving up everything tasty? I'm not biting that whole Passover lure this year, but shh, don't tell my mother. Or my angry old-testament God. I do, however, feel obligated to cook sans-leveaning for the THREE DIFFERENT DINNER PARTIES that I apparently am throwing this week. The springtime gaiety may be getting excessive, but whatever, there is always leftover soup and I'm into that.

I bought this cheese at Whole Foods that is studded with cranberries. It is surprisingly delicious. Food seems to be the only thing I want to talk about right now. Remember that debate last year about whether weed is kosher for Passover? I wish I could remember the final answer.* But the fact that I can't remember probably indicates which way I personally came down on that question.

There might be a girl? Yes, there definitely could be a girl. The world is small and funny. I had a dream about a pile of bacon while sleeping in her bed, do we think that means something? I hope not, bacon is repulsive.

If you have not heard of JayMay, you should look her up, her music is quite charming. That's all I've got, it has to end here before food works its way into this paragraph too.

* I'm pretty sure the answer they came up with was "who fucking cares, it's illegal, don't be an asshole and don't try to use Rabbis to enable."