Brown University, Case Western Reserve University

Passover is always a crowded holiday at our house. The next day before our week-long celebration of freedom begins, our kitchen is filled with three generations of women, blasting 80s hits, and the smell of onions. My mom always reminds me to wait before putting trays hot from the oven onto the counter because “remember when I accidentally made the glass tray filled with farfel explode?” I laugh and form sticky dough into kneidlach for the chicken soup. For as long as I can remember, I’ve helped prepare this exact meal: the charoset, the farfel, and the kneidlach. Until I was tall enough, I…