1 cup pitted, chopped dates, 1/2 cup chopped dried figs
Every year, the retelling of the story of Passover sparks the same intergenerational debate around our family's seder table. Like singing "Dayenu" or eating charoset, we look forward to our traditional discussion of the nature and extent of anti-Semitism. My father, with my grandmother cheering on, argues that anti-Semitism is alive and, alas, well.
Each year the charoset recipe remained the same, but the stories were different. Finally, when I was old enough to hear them, my father told me how he and his brother tried to commemorate Passover in Ebensee, an Austrian concentration camp.
Although I've been attending Passover dinners from the time I was knee-high to a scrupulously set seder table, there's something I've never really thought about until recently: how does all this storytelling relate to me?