My Bible study group is having a Sedar meal this Friday.  We usually go to a church for this as a group and let the church do all  of the fixings. This year one of the ladies got the bright idea that we should do the Sedar meal ourselves.  She asked me to sign up to bring something.

Sheesh, like I don’t have enough to do already..

So I chose the easiest thing to bring which was Matzo bread. This is the unleavened bread that the Israelite’s took with them when they left Egypt. I knew I had bought some of this sometime when I was at Sprout’s so I figured easy peasy go to Sprout’s and buy a couple of boxes and it is done.

So I went to Sprout’s on Monday because I figured I had to get it before the Jews made their mad rush on Thursday right? I looked up and down the aisles again and again and no Matzo. I asked a clerk, who said she would have to ask another clerk. Who said she would have to get the manager, who apparently wasn’t even in the country much less the state. Because I waited for at least 5-10 minutes and no one showed up that looked like a manager.

So I got frustrated and left. I called my boyfriend and asked him if Kroger had this elusive item. He said, “Yes, he thought so.”

I will let you know the honest to God truth. I was thinking of just bringing some banana bread I had made and call it a deal. I mean really what was the big deal? My banana bread is a lot more tasty than that bland Matzo bread.

Yet, I know that God would be displeased. He is a bit of a stickler for symbolism and He is downright detailed. That love of symbolism is one of the reasons why I find Him so endearing so I can’t just take it when I want it and throw it to the wind when I don’t, right?

So I drove to Kroger extolling the wonders of my banana bread to God. If only they had had my recipe back in the days of Passover. lol I asked a clerk at Kroger about Matzo. She looked at me as if I had spoken a foreign language. Then she said she would have to ask a store manager. I thought, “Oh, no, here we go again….”

Except the store manager was right in front of the store where she should have been and she walked me right to the boxes of Matzo. I grabbed the last two boxes and sprinted for the check out line, trying to dodge any Jews that might be trying to trip me.

It wasn’t till I got to the car that I took the time to look closely at the boxes and in the top right corner I saw in very small letters. NOT FOR PASSOVER. 

I hope that God is not offended but I have no clue how to get Matzo that is for Passover and I got the last two boxes of Matzo in the state of Texas so I hope that this is okay with Him.  Next time I may offer to make the lamb steak. lol