When does a mother feel proud? Well there are many occasions that fill that bill, but Passover dinner tonight was surely one of my top 10. Now anyone who knows me understands that I am a good cook. Well, maybe a little
better than good. I realized last night that I may have just passed down that cooking gene to my eldest daughter, Carly.
If you know Carly, then for sure you are aware that she is the be-all, end-all of
fashion and beauty advice. This kid has been collecting clothes and shoes since she was 2 years old. Now I must admit that her tastes have changed from Shoe Bee Doo patent leather party shoes to Christian Louboutin stilettos but her sense of style and taste
remain forever unchanged. This was the kid who at 2, ate caviar and loved it. Now, a married woman (for almost 3 years) my 27-year-old daughter prepared last night's passover seder for 8, like nobody's business!
The
first course, Homemade Chicken Matza Ball Soup blew me away! I make a mean bowl of this "jewish penicillan," but this kid definitely one, or two or three-upped me. The broth was deliciously flavorful ("Mom, you have to roast the chicken first, after it's been
seasoned. Then throw the carcass into the broth!") and full of chicken in perfect bite-sized pieces. Matza balls were light and fluffy and everyove clamoured for more. Next we had a perfectly cooked Broccoli tossed with olive oil and parmesan. Garlic mashed
potatoes that are possibly the best I've ever tasted, followed. Rich and creamy with hints of Boursin and garlic, melted in my mouth. The piece de resistance was the Roast Chicken. The crispy skin led to succulent meat underneath that had been basted
with butter and olive oil, and stuffed with lemon and onion. The chicken was huge, but we polished it off. For dessert, my small contribution was chocolate covered toffee matza. The dinner was beautiful and heart-felt and enjoyed by all. I know where I'm going
for all of my holiday dinners from now on!