apparently macaroons are the ultimate Pesach food. i wouldn't really know. we don't eat processed foods on Pesach, in keeping with...i think it's tradition, but as my mother loves to say, it's dumb to pretend that the reason why my ancestor's didn't buy processed food for Pesach isn't because they were being holy or extra stringent. it's because they didn't have processed foods. but whatever the reason, we still make most of the food we eat, including jelly, mayonnaise, orange juice, even tomato sauce sometimes. it's actually fun. except for the orange juice making .that just ends up being a sticky mess that gets all over the table and finds its way into the interior part of every single pair of gloves that i like to use when i cook or clean.

but this year my mom bought macaroons before pesach, so we can feel like we're actually eating normal food, without tracking chometz through the house (because apparently my mother has so little faith in her adult and teenage children and thinks we're going to run through the house, trailing breadcrumbs behind us, smashing cake into the walls, and leave crackers in our bed)

but what i don't get is why she bought macaroons and not some other pesach foods. my dad hates coconut. and macaroons are coconut held together by some edible stuff. like maybe eggs. so why on earth are they called Coconut Macaroons and Chocolate Macaroons? let's call a spade a spade; they're regular and burnt. at least that's what they taste like to me. and the Chocolate Chip ones are just Regular Macaroons With Burned Spots In Them. whatever they are, i don't like them, because the little strings of coconut get stuck between my teeth and i find myself chewing on them all day.

and the funniest thing of all is that my dad loves macaroons! and he hates coconut! so either, he doesn't really like coconut, but he just said that to get out of eating some cake my family members like to make. the one with the coconut on top, named after a family member, but called vomit cake by some select members of my house. i like to call it Regurge-a-cake. or it could be that my dad is just starving for food since there is none in my house, so he'll eat anything. i think that is a more likely reason.