Mad for Matza

On Easter Sunday, thanks to our lovely Kosher neighbors, I had Matza, or Matzah, or Matzos for the very first time.

I’m in love


Unleavened, unsalted, unbelievably perfect. I’m sure all my Jewish pals are rolling their eyes but listen, there aren’t a lot of carb items left in the world that I don’t know about. This was a revelation.

With peanut butter. With cheese. With coffee. It’s the perfect vehicle for all kinds of fat.



I am truly thankful. Amen.